Each booth is an unnamed

noisy planet

brightly lit cosmic strip

We roam among the stars. Tasting delicious food

If we get separated

We will meet again behind another moon

The shadow that can't be hidden gathers on one person

He leaves in a hurry

disappears into the abyss of the night sky

Suddenly looks up

I see the glowing angel converging her wings

So

There is a lonely woman in the noisy crowd

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Standing on the roof at dusk

The scenery I saw was like a wall melted by water vapor

mottled and hazy

The thunder at the end of October

beckoned the last batch of ` moving south. Birds

The sky makes room for all the activities of the world

Comedy of showers

Improvisation of dense fog

Haze is like a dense editorial in the newspaper

Some shellfish pours mucus into the street

Angels raise the evening flag for the ceremony of entering the night

The house watches me like an interviewer

The afternoon covered with gold foil

The river of day douses Medusa's fire. The snake's hair

the eyelid wipes away the stain on the pupil

We are the first to shine outside the boundary of dusk

Then, the white blood cells in the raindrops devour us

Lightning scans out dangerous things on me

They may be hearts full of gunpowder

Or daggers inserted into the scabbard of ribs

Standing on the roof of dusk

I saw birds inhabiting the golden palace.