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you are unaware of your obscure sources
but you are explicitly sure of the vast sea
as your final destination
you always frown with your brownish wrinkles
but you prefer a nonprofessional smile on your face
your only luggage of life
all your teeth have been lost or pulled out
but you keep licking the muddy banks with your heart
despite your dreams forged
your song is no more than a foam of silence
but you struggle hard to remain afloat on the sea of noise
beyond the borderline of heaven
your love for the loess plateau often overturns and overflows
but you have never flooded the valley of the dragon’s mind
since confucius’s times
your course ahead is crowded with holes and crevices
but you will deliver your promises to every unevenness
instead of promising the deliveries only
you occupy an enormously tiny place of the world
but you feed all the hopes and wishes of those
with thirsty mouths stranded ashore
you flow down from the sky created by yourself
but you hope to avoid falling on the broken floor
of your own church
you may be tortured or burned to steam
but you will eventually find your impossible way
to the sea of blue sky