Howling winds
you can't guess the direction of my steps
walking barefoot on dark cobblestone streets
Those who love wisdom
That falls from shoulders to heart
The mocking laugh of the eyes
Autumn flutters in the cool breeze
In the grip of despair
The corner you turn
And swaying in that place of
shining brightly
a single streetlight:
Democracy.

don't compete with others, do fight with yourself.

now let's look at the
just got out of
with wide-eyed wonderment
with twinkling eyes
and put mouth on the barbed wire
like a fawn in a cage.

Because we both love
Edward Hopper
We don't understand very well
each other
but I'm sure
we'll connecting well
with the heart
Thank you.

Wife
"Don't wear outdated clothes"
"Wash your hair
in the every morning
"Don't buy
bean paste stew
outside"
When peeing,
don't let it fall
on the toilet floor"

It is Not That
A real it
“Write a poem that strikes my heart.”

in the darkness
One moon
becomes several moons of different shapes

Sun Wukong
stalking
art of the Shadow Doppelganger

when writing a poem
in these times
i need to say something like this:

“Fighting!
even if you think
you are going to lose”.

hospitals must
with the love of medical workers
by the precision of machines
for the cure of the patient
alive
inside patient zone.