To my dearest Garcia Lorca
A dove is black and evil, compared to you.
Cause you are simple and pure, harmless to all.
A cloud is heavy and hard, compared to you.
Cause you are so light and soft, gentle to world.
A gun is weak and ugly, against you.
Cause you have such strong mind and will.
Facing a gun, you’d never be thrilled.
Your poems and beauty, will never be killed.
Death or rebirth, you little fairy?
Dancing through the deepest forest,
Singing your heartblood songs still.
【隔一段时间就会犯一次病
病名为洛尔迦x】
