April 23, 2023, Sunday
Stepping on the thick clouds of darkness, lurking in the void
No one cares about my chaotic consciousness
The last car spins and falls towards the abyss, where the gods and Buddhas gaze with compassion
A buzzing sound freezes the era of blood rain splattering
A buzzing sound accurately predicts this tragedy, leading your lost soul
Emptiness creates moist flames
Licking my speculation about love for nothingness
The forgotten poems are burned, and the stranded wreckage of Ganlong is gone, until future generations meet again
What is pushing rebellion forward?
The Five Elements lack gold, who is being discouraged?
First, sit high in the palace and the position of the Grand Preceptor
Later, arrogantly sell the Golden-Hooped Rod in the Kingdom of Pride
Karmic forces sweep through the thirty-three heavens, straight to the Lingxiao Palace
Why is it inevitable?
Who is offering the sunset to the tall buildings on the Red Cliffs?
First, swallow a handful of bright red madness
Then, spray strong tea and be heartbroken
Why do words spoken not match the act of taking one's own life with a knife?
Regret lingers in the eyes of passersby
Crushing the arrogance of the mythical afterlife
Bitterly waiting for the unknown fate contained in thousands of bottles
The sound of waves still hinders the stagnation of thoughts
Don't think this is the end
Even if I ask the heavens all night, it's useless