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Family Gathering
translated by PLS
pomegranates and slot machines
and the glass bullets rolling in your eyes
placing fate and other dazzling gemstones in a colorful maze
those left behind tracing your footsteps
devils marching across the wilderness can also be captured so easily
and the sword of Mei Jian Chi from the darkest moment of flowers and the nameless shadow floating in the evening sky
the slim body will generate beautiful and violent tremors in her fight against the Tauren
this violent beauty as if falling into the giant horse-weeds blooming in the dusk
in which the spirit that need not be drunk boiling
more mysterious and cruel than the revenge of the first lover
abandoned sneakers, voice of crystals, pitch-black rivers of floating disasters and pipes piercing through silver skyscrapers
irrational shadows crushing each other in the reflection over the whites of the eye, never coming together
dancing flies and bees as if watching pair after pair of horses galloping away
yes, your enemy is the souls on the horseback
all natural laws and self-claimed matters of orders
whose lips once had the traces of tango dancers’ moves too
but now losing the direction of eyesight in the bustling dead city
lies petrified from speeches occupied by banality
who keeps the sleepwalker at a gold-burning dinner captive
the saddest thing about life
is to play a song about dying when dying
dead pomegranates blooming
under the cold blazing sun where slot machines have gambled away all their glass bullets
hairs flaming red, eyes blinking in the heat, ears led to the depth of the cave with rising yellow smoke
by a pair of feathers
galloping, hopping, wrestling phantoms, an honorable collective executing the act of murder
along with the concerto of the clinking sounds of all wine glasses raised in the world
from now on swirling or scattering fire and mist have stopped
like their commotions fantasized from the negative and positive electrodes
readings from face to face
movements from the delirium of all still things
and mental disorders
Family Gathering
translated by PLS
pomegranates and slot machines
and the glass bullets rolling in your eyes
placing fate and other dazzling gemstones in a colorful maze
those left behind tracing your footsteps
devils marching across the wilderness can also be captured so easily
and the sword of Mei Jian Chi from the darkest moment of flowers and the nameless shadow floating in the evening sky
the slim body will generate beautiful and violent tremors in her fight against the Tauren
this violent beauty as if falling into the giant horse-weeds blooming in the dusk
in which the spirit that need not be drunk boiling
more mysterious and cruel than the revenge of the first lover
abandoned sneakers, voice of crystals, pitch-black rivers of floating disasters and pipes piercing through silver skyscrapers
irrational shadows crushing each other in the reflection over the whites of the eye, never coming together
dancing flies and bees as if watching pair after pair of horses galloping away
yes, your enemy is the souls on the horseback
all natural laws and self-claimed matters of orders
whose lips once had the traces of tango dancers’ moves too
but now losing the direction of eyesight in the bustling dead city
lies petrified from speeches occupied by banality
who keeps the sleepwalker at a gold-burning dinner captive
the saddest thing about life
is to play a song about dying when dying
dead pomegranates blooming
under the cold blazing sun where slot machines have gambled away all their glass bullets
hairs flaming red, eyes blinking in the heat, ears led to the depth of the cave with rising yellow smoke
by a pair of feathers
galloping, hopping, wrestling phantoms, an honorable collective executing the act of murder
along with the concerto of the clinking sounds of all wine glasses raised in the world
from now on swirling or scattering fire and mist have stopped
like their commotions fantasized from the negative and positive electrodes
readings from face to face
movements from the delirium of all still things
and mental disorders