1
You don\'t think that
I am too useless!
I am just a simple child,
Decorating the starry words with the Milky Way.
2
The glimpses of the gloomy night are like a mirror,
We obtain the results
When we smile at it through poetic strategy.
3
The Milky Way scatters
The desire for the ultimate destination:
Before I sleep, I have to travel miles away
On a journey of poetic tendency or spontaneity.
4
Some rise early
And some stay awake all night;
What kind of tradition is this!
Where could all this happen?
In a poetic spirit,
Indeed, every night is parallel to all.
There is no risk and no fix,
Everyone can have the night or the right to free-flowing dreams.