This time,
can I be more direct...
The garden is as broad as a leaf.
Life is as darling...
Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...
The morning dew of your feelings,
the lucidness...
Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...
I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...
Contempt-
The word is...
Give me your hand and I will pour
Soul, splashing into you...
You must want something
really hard to become...
You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...
These shoddy people
they all are nothing but ears...
Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...