"June."
Wind said at ears: June.
June is a black list.
I left the table earlier.
Please notice the way of farewell.
Sighs of those words.
Please notice those annotations.
Plastic flowers bloom endlessly on the left bank of death.
A concrete public square expands from the writing.
Until this moment, I run away from writing.
When dawn gets forged, the ocean is covered with red flags.
The woofer, loyal to the ocean, said June.
六月
风在耳边说 六月
六月是张黑名单
我提前离席
请注意告别方式那些词的叹息
请注意那些诠释 无边的塑料花
在死亡左岸
水泥广场从写作中延伸
到此刻 我从写作中逃跑
当黎明被锻造 旗帜盖住大海
而忠实于大海的低音喇叭说
六月