The girl sitting under the window,
was reading books of myth,
like the bright moon in the sky,
like a comfortable wind on the ground,
like a weeping willow by the river,
like a blooming flowers on the high mountain road.
Half of her body in the sun,
half in the darkness.
One of her eyes are prefect,
the other one is ugly.
A gunshot,
her hat was shot down.
She jumped off the floor to pick it up,
which became the most beautiful scenery in a stray painter's eyes.
―― Marth 2017A.D.
Shi Mu
