My horse galloped through the fields of paper

My horse galloped through the fields of paper

Autumn is deep, autumn is cleaning the world

God coughs on the roof, Desolation hunches down

Gradually cooling on the stone

My horse droops at the bank of the paper

The river reflected the sky, reflected the horse's head, reflected the horse's eyes of the clouds at ease

And my song will go far with the wild goose wings

The distance is the place described by the smoke, the distance lives in the twilight

Now, I write these meaningless lines

I covered a piece of white paper with words, blackened it, and made it airtight

Make the paper home slowly drowned by the night...