These years These years,I have a good living, Just love,no more amativeness, Just sleep,no more with woman, Just write,no more poems, I often revile,but not angry, Often in Nanjing,but also go the other place sometime, I still alive,but I don't want to long live. There years, I need money,but don't want to earn money, Need break,but don't have sleeping pills, Need meat,but don't eat chicken, Hair fell out and let it bald, Tooth came out and let it bare, And the remain is enough. These years,I have been to Shanghai once, But I don't feel there is a big vary, Been to grassland once, Also can't feel that man is an integral part of nature, I read book,just one book,but I have read it seven times, Listen to music,just one CD,but I listen it everyday, Words are not to afflict me anymore, I also not to afflict language. These years,I have a friend died, But I think he still alive, A friend become forever, And I must say goodbye.