夏树小唯

Man, Truth to be told

This is the age,
When language is broken,
Forms are without,
Nothing else but fragmental images,
Everything is disturbed,
But noises stay still, stay forever.

For pleasures are nowhere to seek,
Truth can only be mirrored.
How can we be satisfied,
For what we are doing day by day,
Is to disappoint somebody.

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