Prophet
By the river at dusk
The last prophet is wearing a raincoat
Maybe it is a stone
The vulture watched its back
Wading in the wind and rain
Without a hint of chill
Knees
Chest
Neck
Lips
Take a big sip from the last spring of home
Breathe quietly through your nose
When the water reaches the top of your head, there will be a ripple Ripple away
I failed the king and failed the mountains
The prophet opened his helpless eyes
This light shined for two thousand years
Two years Thousands of years later
Chu
Poor dream
Painful dream