A lonely city grows on a deserted island

We are all ordinary people
But after meeting
Become a unique existence
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Huang Minhao's fluent, cantabile language evokes the tilt and struggle within his emotions. His verses juxtapose contrasts and imbalances, reminiscent of drunken whispers on a balcony late at night, or a solitary monologue on stage, confessing to an audience's gaze and the confining light of a beam, leaving a loneliness that permeates the air like dust.

We are all born lonely. As time pushes our life forward, it is like moving from one city to another lonely city. We just hope to find a place where we can stay permanently on this deserted island.

Huang Minhao spent fifteen years of his life working his way through life, condensing this collection of poems into a whole. Occasionally, he would stand on tiptoe to look out, but the view was still desolate.

If you scream at the top of your lungs, could you please wave your hands?
If you also have insomnia, can we snore together?

Huang Minhao (Author)

Born in 1987 in Taoyuan, he holds a master's degree in Environmental Engineering and Science from Feng Chia University.
He likes to listen to independent music on Fensi Records. He is currently the lead singer of "Right Line Band" and has released the EP "Right Line".
He started writing some texts that were neither poetry nor real poetry in junior high school, and "A Lonely City Grew from a Deserted Island" was his first published poetry collection.

Instagram: lonelycity_lapuda

Lin Li Wei (illustrator)

Born in Kaohsiung in 1988, he holds a master's degree in Western painting from the Department of Visual Arts and Design at National Tainan University.
He has won the Pingtung Art Exhibition (2018), the Tainan New Art Award (2016), the Art Olympia Award in Japan (2015), and the first place in the three-dimensional category of the Tainan Art Exhibition (2014).
He held solo exhibitions “Virtual Realm and Passing Scene” (2019) and “Borderland” (2014). Four of his works are collected by the Art Bank of the Ministry of Culture, Kaohsiung Museum of Fine Arts and Kaohsiung University of Science and Technology.

Instagram: linliwei.artist

Preface - To all residents living in this city

Those lost and never to return <br />Not drowned by a clear theme, light years that cannot be matched, we are all a balloon, the sea of ​​the past and the steps that cannot be returned after the farewell, the Sleeping Moon Line, the way home, the lonely city, the three boundaries, the imbalance, the key is no longer relevant, the parallel universe, you know but you don’t want to face it, and who would not go to the darkroom to head for the most cost-effective deal, the train, a one-time meeting, a collapsed world, we are finally free to transform, collide, change, and return, dear, the words I didn’t say to you are all true, Wu Ye, am I not good enough in the future?

Sukhumvit
The city is damp even without rain in summer. Safety helmets are always separated into two dreams when I think back. The answer is just that it is already a past road. I like cowardice. So many of us stay here unconsciously, always unable to learn from this road. How much more loneliness will we lose that cannot be shouted out? In fact, I have been to this world before, but why have I forgotten the song I sang to someone? I don't want anyone to understand loneliness.
One day
Who chooses loneliness on a night like this? The sadness drenched by the rain. At least I won't feel melancholy when I sleep. Willing to lose those important feelings. Not wanting to be seen. The fragile emotional debt is a bottomless pit. I leave myself.
Distance
Good night, good night to you

Lonely city <br />However, behind the eyes lies a whole world. It turns out this world is so easy to escape from. A temporary memory bravely waves goodbye, telling me I'm about to leave. A midnight nap. If you can relate, have you ever been accustomed to walking alone, relatively silent, shaking off the unstoppable aphasia? Hush, only you know
No more......
Fairness. If you also have insomnia, can we snore together? The sheep in wolf's clothing won't heal afterward. Aren't we (still) friends? If I screamed at the top of my lungs in the past, could you wave? And I know (maybe that requires too much luck)
Stealing those years often distance
Brave
Lost focus, another kind of gentle smell, isolated island grassland, whose borrowed happiness fell into a deep sleep, once thought that it was already

No. 18, Boai Road <br />We are just two willful children. Warm afternoon, runaway. The result is ups and downs. The wounds are powerless to change. Loneliness surrounds the emptiness. Rainy days. The supporting characters fall into their fragile selves. Addiction, collapse, and blows. I don't understand you, but I understand the calmness of my own journey.

Orange interwoven with deep blue and clear yellow <br />Existence that has nothing to do with love. The winter rain transforms and shrinks. I forget to quit. Good night, the darkness is no longer there. I cannot escape existence. Deviating from the parabola, it is unusually quiet. And where am I? You and I just run to a place where no one can see. I hate myself. Maybe love is originally a sad thing. I just want to escape from the darkness. The escape from darkness is blue. The blue is rendered blue. Alcohol is still this song. The lonely city 2. Confused. The city trapped by loneliness is not an accidental end.