The wings of the sunset are cut into
Segment, string, slice
One sheet, one thread, one trace
Feather light gentle breathing
Kiss, every minute, every inch
Golden hue magnified by hundreds of millions of crystal balls.
a face of memory
At the junction of the sea and the sky, wave to me
a string of sorrows and joys, scattered and released
Miss every love ，Get shelter.
It seems that the wind has stopped around the edge of earth
As if the dream was resurrected through the setting sun
In the pupil of the setting sun
Passing deep transparent heart
Meeting the morning and night in the body
2 019/10/22 West Newton