You did awesome. When you shoot a gun
At the back of the head. nails, such as criminals
Dark and wide. A typhoon is crossing the border
Like some kind of false lie, lack of truth
You chase, play, hide in the path.
Kissing in the corner, sharing each other's temperature
Simulation of the hypocrisy of life. In a small room
Be the terminator of the past. That's it.
A dead-alive person alive. Than to die to come true
Metaphor is always too cruel, no one can borrow a lifetime
In the pale paper, there is no noun to describe
A storm, or an accidental death of an ant.
The annual report data of dazzling, like fireworks
The ink signature is altered, as bare coffin tomb 作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2016-11-16 10:52
诗很精彩， 翻译也很不错。
是你自己的作品吧。 名字署上为好。作者: 江飞泉 时间: 2016-11-16 11:59
