/BonnyHarrison radio station/2015.10.1 A poem

Autumn Wind Blows Off A Lamp's Light He's never cried And already let the dark night Slip off a paper white For many times The autumn wind instantly blows off The light of a lamp While my heart is still barren And lit with a shame By the name of faintness From those verses Release The souls of the dead How much flame A poet's body could ever have When burning It whines as Xun's wail Some beings Settle down In the lit starry sky With a smile he walks up to That gust of wind Which is going to ruin him