You are laughing with me…

You are laughing with me…what about?

It’s about your kiss in a boat –

Small sky rook fly through silks trembling cloud,

Like your love, swimming my spirit port.

I am laughing with tears…oh, what’s happened?

It’s about my loose of plot plane –

Scald sun beams, like a satiate strapper,

Broke swell rocky for life routing gane.

But our life is not routing, but routers –

Friend, don’t switch optic rainy to null:

We are crying like elders in portets,

Craned up, like a Jar Buddha fortress,

Where they raven winds breathe young and full…