City - 4
City - 4
The city mask on.
With the midnight sighs,
some coughs and
hisses.
When I return back
carrying the official pain,
and an eunuch body,
hissing, coughing,
the whole day’s exhaustion.
The city seems
nocturnally tired,
Jingling her bracelets and bangles,
She illuminates in cosmetic love.