梦，还在远方

◉ 昆仑

Dream is Still Far Away

The emaciated memory
Obscures the misty and rainy scene
The lost returning swallows
Fly in the lowest posture
That curved weeping willow stubbornly stands like you
Fishing for
The once dreamy water town left in the lotus pond

The fingers of magnolia have reached into the dream
Reading yesterday's story
A thin fish Touches
The soul wandering outside the dream
Together with my highly held thoughts

Quicksand Penetrates the wall of years
Your gaze Leaps from dawn
To the setting sun in the west mountain

If one day I no longer wake up
Please bury me in the deepest part of the sea
Along with my joy, decline
And lifelong infatuation

Those damp sentences
Curl up in the night, folding and expanding
Your thoughts
Are exposed by the wind in the distant dream
Where the bell rings

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