In October's Revolver I beguile
Mindness deemed against on live
Holly door like carved by Rodin
Housed making soundly still
Lifting the honer than fire
For seventeen bravery years
Horned male
Trees thousands times down
Barehand in Russia
Horned spell
Saint Mother ever
Splited the rumor
Seeking for reality
A true self, lightning ahead
Of tremor of truths
Dipping daylight for thinking
Of the poor youth
Once set free
Statue will say
Ha, the Lonely Island
You plant tree seeds
Companion of my words
Fluent with others
Collection of guiders
Limiting the fears and cries
So be the love's symbol
Must a donator's memoire
Or a gonna heart
Leaving some greatest gossip
Castle in nights
Surrendered by gentleness
And occasionally a joke flies
Flying without the smile
Neither being or not being
We're sonnet inspiring Sir Ba Jin
Down the road
How much falsified sentiment
No matter of the civilized, the equalized
Must to be a true heart
Or not to be
In years of teenage
