I have suffered three times.
Moon footprint
In the lake
Vomiting mystery black sails
Vomiting, most of life
Rocks flying, rocks flying
When finally landed.
Shantoushiqiang
Hang three fires high
The children in the clock are really branded.
Northern warehouse tomb
A few silent rice grains
Stone birds are engraved with songs.
Spine of tomb door
My axe is sitting tonight.
The day is coming.
Human voice
Hair by plants first
The sail brushed past my ears.
The sea followed.
The mainland is watching the shadow.
lidless
fire
five
Lava song arrives at the garden
Submerged
Numerous craftsmen
Make a knife by fire
Cutting grass in the suburbs at night
Other waves
Jump like eyes
Timid wildflowers
Get into one’s navel
Fire, you are a poor child
Poverty is a kind of virginity
Big black light, stout girl
Don’t smile
Represents death and represents new life.
Zhong kuo Xiao an
Never live peacefully in the crowd again.
fire
I don’t mean to complain bitterly
Not in the valley of youth
Be a traitor
I’m upset.
It’s the last smile of the wild horses