I use english, only because during daytime, i work in company, where i can only input english. And in home, i prefer watch TV, such as
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I had a dream, similar to the stream.
where stones gathers in the middle like islands.
They are separated, in my dream, there are bridges connecting some of them.
But belief is, there must be some gate, from one islands to another.
it is certain i walked from a night dream into a day dream.
Fogs conceal all the mountains i can see.
even doubt questioning my existence.
on some baboon raft, i was a butterfly, not tired, just
interested by the water whirlpools.
Someone has only a pair of whirlpool when she smiles,
but the water had a lot of whirlpools, small, floating, not only like leaves, following
lead, but also like our lives.
if one whirlpool for a man, one whirlpool for a woman.
Do they know where they will go?
will they meet?
will they got to know each other?
I am fascinated, who made them?
who made them?
a wizard?
from a spool of salt?
every spot makes the original water different, then
they change the water nearby.
when salt meet fire, they give out light more passionately than others.
They must have similar power to water.
water smiles, which made me drunken.
I know water, cause i am made of it. same as you.
If i made you a skirts, i use a green blue river,
if i made you hair, i use wind and fog,
if i made you perfume, i use pepper and sun beam.
and then if i want to be drunken, i need a bottle of you.
"walking walking in my dream land,...
ah~ah~ah---..."