◎Wu Keming

◎Wu Keming

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I want to ask you after you leave

What scenery is there along the way?

Those things and loneliness you wrote about

carnival role

Are you traveling quietly?

did you see

Before you withered lovers

Picking them up piece by piece along the river bank

incomplete self

Actually I want to ask you more

at the moment of crossing the border

Have you ever looked back frequently?

What are you worried about?

Or when love is so painful

You rowed with all your strength

Period, just to

Don’t let the world see

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Love once pushed the door open

Go inside and read

your books

and current situation

you made coffee

Bake the bread

Warm yourself up

You wish you could know earlier

that is love

You will definitely prepare a rich meal

Candlelight and full of love

Feast of allusions

Even if you don’t know how to cook at all

financial constraints

And now it’s morning

You carefully spread it out and collected it for a long time

gift reserved for her

But she said: “Your soul

too heavy,

I can’t take it with me. “

she leaves

Leave the coffee cold

and tooth marks on bread

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You have come to the capital of desire

But imprisoned himself in the maze of meaning

Ai is huge than the city

But it can’t hold a single strand

bursting with love

Souls that suffer absolutely

Every rusty lock on the Pont des Arts

It’s like a small tombstone

A pledge to commemorate innocence

Aborted love

Notre Dame on the Left Bank

The stone monster opens its mouth in the air

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Love is the search for the lost holy grail

Do you recognize the angel’s hickey on someone’s forehead?

However, the other party denied it

Such a mental storm

avalanche of existence

Chi Chi you pass through the transparent pyramid

Shocked to realize that the ground is full of dead love

Then you finally discovered

This city is full of tombs

Somewhat glorious

But most are desolate

No one cares

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On Avenue Montmartre at night

Beautiful street trees

and someone looking for love

let’s hug

A soul that has lost its juice

If this short-lived warmth

It cannot support us through the physical cold winter

Then let us die

Our heartbeats have stopped long ago anyway

The moment love runs away

Hell must be a frustratingly crowded bar

Every ghost has one, or several

Sad stories to tell

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June 25

Dusk in the northern temperate zone is longer than love

Is this the end?

I once thought you wouldn’t

stop running

I seem to hear

You answered:

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love, creation, existence

It’s the trinity

Life is a free fall without gravity

Can only be taken over by another life

A life that cannot be loved

It’s not worth living

In the city of desire and love

I know the white Sacred Heart Church

always at the top

I just think

Maybe, I must

arrived through hell

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Author’s note: I would like to write this poem in memory of the novelist Qiu Miaojin.

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