In the confluence
of two opposite successions...
Snowman, melting frost
Time is the perfection lost...
The disease appears to come from a Wuhan,
fish market where wild animals such as marmots...
I see my soul shining bright through my shadow,
and it's all beneath a heart of gold...
Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...
So deep in my ears
there is a song...
It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...
made a decision to end it all
my religion is family...
and yet, it manages to swell again;
the sadness is lamenting again...
Petals,
autumnal, spiralling...
Gasping cautiously
yet not everyone survived...
There are those that are not willing to confess it...