2014-07-10 01:28:32S
《Poem》Map out
We cross the river
to make sense
We climb the sky
We climb the sky
to make sense
with language we fund the history
with knowledge we fan a fancy dream
in and out
deep and down
We don't need to know any body
We dig the truth from the empty
those invisible existences
as hard as bedrock in the dark sea
And we are getting close to it
when you finally touching the core inside your willing
close to the well and do well