Death guessing

Having visited God's machine of creation

Dead men can master

the language of death

Time deliver us

We come back, reed flowers rise

Tent open for us

Fill fragrance of flowers,the corpse


Chicanery is unification of upper and lower lips

He hide in the dark

Cigarette–end, self–suggestion

You can't write out the last step

Precious experience

No regret day

Is it peace?

Chaotic and indistinct

Intuition lead you to heaven

The voice only belong to God

You have no right to usurp


So you close the lips

Dinch the Cigarette–end


Behind the riddle

Is blank

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