In that broken lamp house

The hotel is dilapidated.
Shitoudong
Pear blossom bursts
Slow heart conflict
A pear tree bursts with pears.
Cracked skull, stupid shaking of arrow pot
White pear blossoms burst in the burning mountains.
Scrape off all the bruises.
All noise comes into my language.
Into poetry, music, pear blossoms
On that day when I abandon my life.
Black head killed me.
I was born with a cold axe blade
Black head with an arm.
Wave an arm
Show all teeth dagger
Blackheads are full of stones.
Burn like bronze
In the end, in the end
1987
Al Sun 1 Give me a thin brother.
I took everything from the fire. Those who don’t believe in the sun have turned their backs on the man of God.
Go to the south
Go to the south
There is no lover in your blood, spring.
No moon
There is not enough bread.
Fewer friends.
A group of miserable children devoured everything.
Thin brother van Gogh
Strong jet from the ground
Volcanoes don’t care about the future.
It’s a silk cedar wheat field
Or yourself
Spray excess life time
In fact, you can light up the world with one eye.
But you need a third eye, Al Sun.
Burn the stars into a rough river
Burn the land to a whirl