1. City Pastoral
The Coastal storm
Stretches with city's hurried distresses
Always settling ancient days
On the ground curved by love
The dreamland is always filled with creativity
People keep on working
Just like immortal flowing water
Never knowing what bosom
The last roam will face
Who has designed flame
Who has thought of burning
In the very beginning as the smile of belief
We've lost stone-like thoughts
Under the lure of a beautiful trap
We keep feeling the magic of honor and dishonor
The voice growing up in darkness
Shuts its eyes
Before vulgar sumptuousness
No one will stop us
From recalling for numerous times
Our own guide
The piece of vastness
Comes from a spiritual grave
This lawn without forest and sunlight
Is the kingdom cultivated by your life-long journey
The ocean of soul, slowly mirrors
The saint poetry of death
Wish having left the recollection of predecessors
Is rising from water towards a cliff
Assigning to heaven
The eidolon needed by human posterity
Wash away tolerance and doubt with hope
Here, we will learn, with hope
To dress up icy life
Weak love, will
Predict us that
Even if wandering
Even if lacking in the flounder of speech
You should remain awed
To happiness
Bricks and problems
Within the breath of gurgling flowing water
Will eventually die away like July
Move the house to the riverside
Once you face tender rushing feelings all day long
You will wish no more to spend time
Fancying food and women
History has concealed its body
Different vanity
In different space, along with all original inquiry
Has gone to sleep quietly
Gentle night dews start to float
That's the dance of another power
No prejudice can behold
That's each gloomy cell
Capable of illuminating us
With its own stage in oblivion
In varied mazes
You will recognize today
That not all roads
Are only at the far end of beautiful bright clouds
Between desolateness and shadows
The eyes unable to breathe, sometimes
Are more likely to be shone by God and truth
2. Late Age of Industry
With the finalization of its design out of scorching torture
Steel accomplishes its dream beyond human expectation
All around you, is beverage with a hundred year innermost being
In front of an expression almost of oxygen clearness
Honesty, in gentleness
Erected by structuralism
Has become for times
A murderee of covetously eyeing height
Internal organs of each age
Gather here with the most outstanding promise
When the palpus of kids' blood
Happens to caress by sheer coincidence
An enormous tobacco advertisement
The world's goodness and virtue
Change right off into vacuum, and into
A wail after the faxed passion
No one should have felt strange about this
All remains of humanity
Are still true
Infinite desire has passed through years
And on the subway belonging to the end of the century
In an urgency ignorant of chastity
Is waiting for the skin
Carefully arranged by the multitude
And for warriors with osteoporosis to come
This part of sky above the head
Remains a thick forest grown with tips of tongue
All the azure is
Being disguised
Prosperously
By the index in high fever
An auction gavel consolidates step by step
A set of spiritual food at the conclusion of cold war
Transplants afresh
With surreptitious value
Into the body demanding consumption
While balance, the one we've been longing for
Can only find
An online consideration at a shopping center
All books
Cannot return to childhood
You seem to never have had past
Humanity seems to have never had land and flowers
A lonely eagle is exhaustedly hovering over a viaduct
In its firm departure with a back look
Still expecting its heavy down-look
Can spell out the meaning
Of some creation and torture
From critics' deficient technical terms
A love letter is already nonexistent
Just like the day when
One can use no more noun explanation
To measure
Collections to the mind
The only thing we can do
Is to confide with loneliness
A refusal of consumption
A sadness invisible
To a sexual game
Within others' life we rush back and forth
On pigeons flied by coup and evil teachings
We are destined
To keep a dialogue through frail nature with shadows
All day long in front of a television
And to converse once more
By wet fingers
With a supposed devil or angel
The blade of civilization
Is always
So sharp
Who can sprinkle history with perfume
Because of the counting-down
And change bulgy price
In a moment
With a touching share
You cannot keep calm at all
Cannot walk alone out of
A noise-like vocal concert
Prophets are already deleted from computers
This time what we should bathe ourselves in
Will be
Frequently howling Boeing 747
The wafer concerning opportunities
And
The time never approachable to us
In a flood of waste gas
We will also see
Pure houses
Shedding tears in dimness
In the lines crowded with flags and calories in action
One day you will suddenly tell a friend
That you plan to thoroughly forget a mirror
And to forget
What an evening is
3. Where's the Sea
Where the Sky
Day being melted by night
Another setting sun
Under city's pressure
Rests on the land
Without pain, without
A posture of suffering
The vocation passing by once more is solidified into retrospection
Well-lit mansions move again
Stomach becomes closer to
The deepwater wharf
Piled with dizziness
In a background
Where can spread no vibrant light
Thoughts were frequently struck down by deep hollowness
Your head being in a muddy stream
Always needs mending
Among vast mountain ranges raised by material
Thoughts are not to be seen
Deeply sprouting
Direction is always drooping
Just as weary plants
At night depend on imagination for provision
A human face covered by memories
Can't quite see far
All motions are merely for revolt
For the morning in impression
To greet no more teeth, and
Melodious rapture
Whose shoulder is always arranged with belief
Whose grey hair always floats with profound candlelight
This world seems to force you
To keep signing contracts
And thinking of rescue as a performance
Commemorating
With countless plain designs
A never owned bumper harvest
In a fog of lottery tickets in every hue
We've had wings of light bended
Maturity, among human beings
Fails to hear the sound of wounds
All the longings are frightened by some abduction-like power
Into changing their consciousness
And thus with the change of the color of eternity
You are already missing
In your life encountering no death
Your name has long sunk into
A dead existence
Life is so exaggeratedly beautiful
That no one would have thought that
All around twinkling philosophy
Are distributed with deserted babies
In our pilgrimage to tradition and future
What is lava
Why is the suddenly risen curve
Always dedicated to senescence
Beloved fingers again and again
Smoothly stretch into rocks
Into details
We can't so far prove anything by
You are in the moonlight, swaying, standing for a long while
In your failure to feel spaciousness of the sky
All the difficulties wont to repeat
Can only let you appreciate
A shyness of distance
Where's the sea where the sky
Temperature regulating equipment
Has collapsed human yearnings
Bleak nature needs our
Cure by body temperature
Cruel fruit surrounds your concern
A dream has glided past the century, a
Lecture of another world
The part of which concerning its fall and drugs
Is as silent as all the mysteries gone
Remain always hard for us
To suck a lesson and
Gift-tamed pain from
What's to be finally made is silence
And to be finally believed
Is also silence
For the sea and the sky
Are filled with question marks
4. Looking Up at Music
To part with the world
At that moment
We are apart from revolt and wait
From all message, and
A devastating toll of years
In days remaining gloomy
Quietly approaching your side
We have our ears attentive to you
To experience with a dead heart
The youth you've stirred
How weak and fragile the life of a lifetime
Blood being guided by characters
Is about to dry up
Fields are blind
From the time when we first come naked before them
Till at last
We leave with appearing perfection
Eternity in darkness
Sends forth a friendly delicate fragrance
Walking on the road of arts
No image will keep
Thinking over weight
The misty soul is becoming clear and bright
Suddenly a pasture comes into sight
Under the heightening of a gentle breeze
The pulse of melancholy
Speeds along like a driven horse
Humanity's time
So much time
Is shrouded in vulgar desire
Challenge by challenge makes caress
Wan and shallow
And strong humanity
Lose an embrace, and
Habits really capable of nourishing faith
In the ravine where
Can flourish no beauty
Or spread nobility
Our civilization is distressing
Struggling among conceptions
By wars
By departure and conquest
We've failed all the time
To bring back in an early rising sun
Attentiveness, and
Another way out
Running within our conscience
A thousand year core is past
Worldly joy is accompanied by busyness
Long aging is unable
To discover consciously
A poverty of experiences
And the bitterness of tedious significance
A sort of hurry can cast off
What we still need to care
Still reluctant to sit up
As if in ancient times
Examining the whole body indifferently
In an overlook
Letting ruthless waves
Reach loneliness
And the sentiment once cherishing constancy
Be drowned by clamors
With its life sealed
By some simple perplexities
God is quiet and still
Gods are quiet and still
Only your drizzle, as if
Asking something to stay
Is rippling in our up-look
Like roving clouds
Swayed by a wordless language
We instantly sense that
Past is extending
An escaped narration from patience, is
Erecting the arbor of concern
Many silent visits
Resume a breast
And the industry of altering destiny
In your pour deep and serene
We begin to see clearly
The not vanished mission
Still like fallen leaves
Will regain its goldenness
Sleep won't take dreams away at will
Just as the world inhabited by us
Has never voluntarily come to a halt
For resentment everywhere
Your undulant rhythms remind us
Dimly of the nihility of advancement
You should always keep in mind
As a traveler
And of the lighthouse
Never to come out till forever
Your overwhelming incessant chatter of sound
Even if transient, or faintly fading
Will certainly have our breath
At the time away from sacredness
Continue the connection
With your mobile support
And have it steadfastly
Make a clear break with misfortune
Together with your power of morality entrusted to humanity
The world is still beautiful
We hear
Such
Gentle praises
You've given to the world
While we are displaying to all the humanity
A twinkling resistance
A burst of tears
Pass our hearts
