Leaves
a denim quilt
far away a singer
chattered at me
lamps smoke
on the wall
the dream dried up
in the sliver of love
there is thirst
days like oxen
pass by and they don't even see me
ah my singer
what are you talking about?
Today I I'm like this
without knowing,
no pleasure...
Without my love
I don't bathe in the river
I'm not that happy early...