Sweet Dream

In the middle of deep chaos
I smell sweet lips.

Who cares whose lips they are..
as long as they are sweet.

I see the sweet face
at the bottom of the bottomless valley of pain
I feel the fragrance of sweetie.

With a sweet smile
I touch my desire.
I see the destination of men’s passion.

Who cares whose forest it is…
as long as it has a sweet pond.

I find a sweet oasis
which I will pull out
from my sweet dream
to graft onto this bitter world.

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