： Looking Out 瑾瑶 rain on my shoulder 旭日 on my shoulder and upon me Looking Out, my poetry is only being found Cannot read, cant understand. Denim on my cone that I write My weak heart of fate is skipping all across. As you walk out from the light Standing too close to shine and you give rise to make me laugh. Bloom. Our spirit are liable to choose what they require. Sleeping once my nose kneads and my eyes remain invisible though. And we never pass.寻找远方的希望 我寻找属于我的答案我寻找有人会爱我我寻找有人会等我天黑之前看不清前方不久之间视线模糊渐渐失去远方离我不远远方离我不远我将失去远方那一边天蓝而繁盛远方消逝的一个实在是那个什么也不是的生活有人涌出人潮好像是在村庄外的那片茫茫平滑的田野上梦想着这样的事情有时候很难分辨现实和幻觉有些东西真正存在远处有光亮我们无法到达远方有希望但又绝对遥远只能够眺望远方远方的尽头是哪里？