Not much poetry to read

The fresh air by the lake

Only helpful to the lungs

Throughout the year, I rarely dream

But meditate a few times

My life depends on others

Some people, whose names I don’t know

Others, already dead

They watch me from behind

The swaying leaves, if I’m right

I take a cut of their happiness

The high-flying birds are here

Those kind birds, why

On every flight do I feel

The bad omens they’ll drop

飞鸟

音乐无所谓

诗歌可读的不多

湖边的清新空气

只对肺有所帮助

一年之中，我很少做梦

有几次冥想

我的生活，离不开其他人

有些人，我不知道姓名

还有些已经死去

他们都在摇曳的树叶后面看我

如果我对了

就会分掉一些他们的幸福

鸟飞过来了

那些善意的鸟，为什么

每次飞过时

我都觉得它们会投下不祥

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