Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting
Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of
Eventually swaying in the desert oasis
I believe I am

Born as the bright summer flowers
Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule

I heard the music, from the moon and carcass
Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty

Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty
Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure

I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture

I hear love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae

As desolate micro-burst of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief

I believe that all can hear
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Some can not grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, Gu, the dead must not return to
See, I head home Zanhua, in full bloom along the way all the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain

Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as
Shengruxiahua dead, as an autumn leaf
Also care about what has

生如夏花
生命，一次又一次轻薄过
轻狂不知疲倦
——题记

一
我听见回声，来自山谷和心间
以寂寞的镰刀收割空旷的灵魂
不断地重复决绝，又重复幸福
终有绿洲摇曳在沙漠

我相信自己
生来如同璀璨的夏日之花
不凋不败，妖治如火
承受心跳的负荷和呼吸的累赘
乐此不疲

我听见音乐，来自月光和胴体
辅极端的诱饵捕获飘渺的唯美
一生充盈着激烈，又充盈着纯然
总有回忆贯穿于世间

我相信自己
死时如同静美的秋日落叶
不盛不乱，姿态如烟
即便枯萎也保留丰肌清骨的傲然
玄之又玄