Are there any poems about death?

Think about a thousand miles.

Drunk for a thousand years

Just a look back.

The world has changed.

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( 1)

When I look at a flower, I get lost in thought.

I'm dying.

When I climbed carefully along the calyx

I'm dying.

When I bloom with this flower

I'm already dead.

die

It's easy for me.

(2)

There are no more high walls.

Can stop my freedom

No more misfortune.

Can awaken my sadness.

I am lighter than Baiyun.

I am happier than a beam of sunshine.

How many jungles are there in the world?

I have as many gardens as I want.

How many stars are there in the night sky?

How many eyes do I have?

(3)

As a seed

I'm already dead.

Because I grow into a tree.

As a tree

I'm already dead.

Because I have a flower.

As a flower

I'm already dead.

Because I have borne fruit.

As a fruit

I'm already dead.

Because I'm a seed again.

As a seed

I will be reborn.

(4)

Let those who curse me party.

Let the people who used me regret it.

Let those who know my name sigh.

But people who love me.

Please don't cry.

Because I never left.

When the elegant breeze

Comb your hair.

That's me waving to you.

When a cool shower

Fall from your head

That's me kissing you gently.

When the inexplicable fragrance of flowers

meet unexpectedly

That's my sweet breath around you.

dusk

I am a sunset on your arm.

tranquil night

I am a ray of moonlight, illuminating your dreams.

I dance on your eyelashes.

Fingertip running

Anywhere you can see it.

Pray for you silently

(5)

Don't visit my grave.

I have never lived there.

Although they carved my tombstone so beautifully.

Although my coffin exudes a strong fragrance.

But my heaven

This is by no means a narrow cemetery.

Don't let that beautiful bunch of flowers

Crying innocently on the cold stone steps

Although my rotting body

Someone else put it here.

But it will end up like a fallen leaf.

Rot in the mud forever

Please trust my sacred soul.

I would never choose to live here.

As a poet,

I never lack romance and passion.

The man who suffered death

This is just a pile of rubbish that is not affected by the weather.

I've never been more sober than I am now.

Watching you so clearly

Kind and pure eyes

(6)

Please remember

I'm not Jesus crucified.

So don't let death kill you.

Treat me like a god and an idol.

Good people, please believe.

Life itself is a beautiful paradise.

Is what any poet wants to express.

But I can't describe this poem.

People who do evil.

They can still make waves.

They dug the trap themselves.

Will eventually bury themselves.

I have seen those bloody hands.

Sharpening a butcher knife.

On their own heads.

Those duplicitous politicians.

You can continue their funny performances.

They made up their own lies.

In the end, they will deceive themselves.

I saw their bodies.

There is only a pile of gray bones left.

Step by step towards the bottomless abyss.

Those profiteers who are mercenary.

Money has long tarnished their reputation.

With a gold cross.

Their souls are restless for a moment.

I clearly see that

When they were hypocritically confessing in church,

God shook his head and walked past them.

(7)

done

That's all I can do

Look at this spinning world.

Scene after scene, endless.

Different tragicomedy

But there's nothing I can do.

The so-called paradise

In fact, it is in your heart.

So-called death

Just woke up.

Look at you for who you really are.