smoke rings to silence the noise, one by one passed away
in Los Angeles, it is not difficult to make a name for yourself
People's artist who fled from East Germany, a clown
with a ridiculous name, working hard to learn American language
freedom And the New York instrument, the eloquent, rude,
chattering diplomat of a small country, who finally angered
the poor who swallowed his voice; the young blind woman
walking along the canal, beating the wind in Paris,
the priest who worked overtime, had no heart to listen to the gospel of God
and a rascal Confession: He has raped
pumpkins, sheep, sisters-in-law, and dying
drunk people, naturally there is sadness in his deep throat
, but it is unemployment, debt, the death of a loved one,
or someone with a knife, and there is no way out
One half of the old oranges, caged in the shadows, Nanjing seems to
be intoxicated by the spring breeze, and a few dollars of night cold
scratches people's bones, like a deserted country grave...
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