Keep the sprinklers closed.
Broken ventilator
Parallel lines of dialogue passing by
Entangled message game
The ticket gate is still closed.
It's bound to rain (k ě nd ě ng hu xi y ǔ)
It's worn out and it's not going anywhere.
Stuffed prescription
In this street full of letters that have not been received.
The empty jar that was kept awake by neon lights yawned.
Turn worry into color
Poetry written by respiratory failure
Sedimentation and immersion in water
Be among the swaying waves
be all tears
Drop ink into a path
Haste makes waste
Hide in the damn darkness
Present continuous tense under water surface
Nocturnal respiration
The opposite game is overtime.
Skilled use of SOS
Drifting down, we are accomplices.
Come on, the body has melted (sh column ntǐrónghuàle)
Where are you taking me today?
Lost six pence
In this unfathomable city of melancholy.
Sleeping in a cup of secret space.
Turn worry into color
Poetry written by respiratory failure
Sedimentation and immersion in water
Be among the swaying waves
be all tears
Drop ink into a path
Haste makes waste
Hide in the damn darkness
Turn worry into color
Poetry written by respiratory failure
Sedimentation and immersion in water
Be among the swaying waves
be all tears
Drop ink into a path
Haste makes waste
Hide in the damn darkness
