Just about the place I want to watch,
Sun stops the film again.
This is the 155 times,
Tried to sell my loneliness on ebay.
Old horse found himself lost,
Squares become straight lines.
Moon already forgot the way I smile,
Yearn the days fight for moon cakes.
Using hand dig a hole through,
Rejoining the black ocean.
Giving another choice to choose,
The root refuses to see sunsets.
by Feng Jiang