It seems that I’ve met another myself
Lao Chao
In the deep night
Lights flickering in the street
A middle-aged man
Judging from his clothes, as I look at me
He lives at the bottom of society. Walking, he does not see me
He said something while he walked
His voice is so low, which only he can hear
As he said, he had a smile from time to time
(Chongqing) PuDong
Water Lily
In the afternoon, you woke suddenly, and my brother,
you suddenly woke up. Your warm hands
woke a group of larks chirping
in your eyebrows.
Your brown beard, on the bank of the Seine,
became the dark shade of the dense grasses.