I'm a poet,
Write a false story
Despises reality
Floating in the imagination.

I'm a poet,
Curry sweetmeat is the sound of truth
Despises reality
Weaving a yarn of lies.

I'm a poet,
I just love stories
Despises reality
Life on fire is endless.

Who says I'm a poet,
I am an extreme criminal
Standing in the woods,
Draw all the poems that make up the mind,
In the courtyard of the heart.

That's what I want poets to do
Which is the world
I'm a human in the invisible shadow of the poet,
Leaves color-pillow
 He draws poetry of truth.