I know this landscape is nonexistent
The wind flows out of the sky
Making pitter-patter of rain
In the drumming woods

My kid plays a violin
Snow melts on the distant hill
The rose weeps on the arid land

In the darkroom, the stars faded,
Wars on the screen never cease
My kid plays a violin
Brakes the silvery string

Look！blood has oozed from the wall.

I want
to dye the sky dark
to snow
on each roof tile
to let fog
to separate us
to solidify a wall between
back
and
back

Under the falling tree’s leaves
we persist in waiting
the sprouting grassland
would live through the season of frozen branches,
creeps to our
dreams
could reach
when turn over