shale

Shale on the seabed I can't remember my own story I'm tired of watching fish It also tastes the mainland in the imaginary deep sea memories to weakness I have also counted the salt and algae on my body many times -I'm a Stone, I'm history! I am still the precipitation of the world Social enrichment The ashes of all things Light color is conceited Dark is inferiority complex It's like overlapping two books page by page and never getting involved again Press out history, precipitate, concentrate and ash with countless times Water knows how I jumped down and turned into a shale Water knows how I gnash my teeth on the shore Water knows what kind of melee I was killed in— Aiming at the reflection and facing each other with his fists, thinking at one end is just a broken head Water doesn't know that this is the torture of salvation and punishment, which pierces me in all my weaknesses Perforation makes me have to choose cavity, cavity, crack and crack This is a draw that has been suspended forever Until the ashes of all things again go round and begin again