Yu's Blog: a sinking arsonist , page 43
October 4, 2014
October 3, 2014
"the stamp that minted the moon
imprinted this face."
“the stamp that minted the moon
imprinted this face.” - The Sleeper
-Wen Yiduo
imprinted this face.” - The Sleeper
-Wen Yiduo
October 2, 2014
"The moon pours its deepening, silver tide.
Sleeper, drink deeply.
Quickly pour and drink. Drink,..."
“The moon pours its deepening, silver tide.
Sleeper, drink deeply.
Quickly pour and drink....
Sleeper, drink deeply.
Quickly pour and drink....
October 1, 2014
"It’s beauty’s crime: the price for love."
“It’s beauty’s crime: the price for love.” - Beauty, Love
Wen Yiduo
Wen Yiduo
September 30, 2014
"The moon pales. Perhaps it’s mad.
Window mouths gape, as if they laugh."
“The moon pales. Perhaps it’s mad.
Window mouths gape, as if they laugh.” -...
Window mouths gape, as if they laugh.” -...
September 29, 2014
"If you grant happiness, I die happily.
If you bestow suffering, I die in pain.
Death, the only..."
“If you grant happiness, I die happily.
If you bestow suffering, I die in pain.
Death, the...
If you bestow suffering, I die in pain.
Death, the...
September 28, 2014
"Tragedies compiled from friendship,
elegies from faith,
chronicles from passion,
testimonies from..."
“Tragedies compiled from friendship,
elegies from faith,
chronicles from passion,...
elegies from faith,
chronicles from passion,...
"but I couldn’t weave a new dream
and couldn’t patch the old.
I haven’t the dream I..."
“but I couldn’t weave a new dream
and couldn’t patch the old.
I haven’t the...
and couldn’t patch the old.
I haven’t the...
September 27, 2014
"Happiness, I cannot accept your bribe;
my world has wide borders. Listen!
Again a cannon shot! The..."
“Happiness, I cannot accept your bribe;
my world has wide borders. Listen!
Again a cannon...
my world has wide borders. Listen!
Again a cannon...
"Who says winter hasn’t tears?
Old age sums up sorrow.
Flowers of snowflakes, ice-crystal,..."
“Who says winter hasn’t tears?
Old age sums up sorrow.
Flowers of snowflakes,...
Old age sums up sorrow.
Flowers of snowflakes,...
