You are the Hongxia and wind after the heavy rain, you’re the return of lover’s dreams, you’re the dark surge in the poet’s letters, you’re the most beautiful calmness in the winter night fire, you’re the straight past of the radio station, you’re a second shot in the silent hour, you’re you’re the softest drunk in the midnight restaurant. You’re an isolated island in the eyes of the ugly people, the birds fall into the sea and run away. You sleep in peace, don’t listen to the noise outside the window. You’re the lover of oath, you’re in a cage of lies. You’re disturbed and suppressed, you’re still desperate, and you die in the arms of the mountains and rivers.