Salem
Sha Yan
You turned on your red eyes
Erh, you said, without flapping your eyesight
Red salem, fresh, just from the maker
Alas, acceptance is a true key
Jesus heard my voice
Clear and sound
Right mingle I will declare
Bring that beef to justice, entangles
Clear traces, not to some rusted memories
Defrosting the ice this year
Not too long ago, now it is spring
Spring and summer belong to blossom
Business became tight
Baseliners were always right
Another thinking, maybe more China
I am a poet, I made living on China dealings
