Too many tremendous theories
Written on the surface of my sinful skin.
So many beings within,
That cannot reflect the genesis of their beings.
Grand ma, such a beautiful name grandsons,
And granddaughters use to emphasize history confusion
And collision of my membranes in my head.
I’m a full-empty spirit in a new flesh, with so many stories to tell.
Once upon a time,
There was I standing in front of you reciting poems
With meaningless senses
And un-engineered sentence language construction.