I'm leaving.
Towards the black night sky
The stars in the sky do not quarrel.
No cigarettes.
22 years ago
I'm coming.
be empty-handed
I'm not Clivia.
But a grass.
Give me some light.
You can survive.
But whenever the sun rises in the morning,
They are robbing.
Tear up the sun.
Put it in your pocket.
And pretend nothing happened.
Talk about how beautiful spring is.
Oh, ridiculous.
They are hypocritical.
They fantasize collectively.
I need a little temperature
I need a little light.
What a small pursuit
What a hopeless hope
In order to survive
I endured the darkness.
dark
22 years of darkness
My body is gradually eroded in the dark.
Now I'm really in pain.
My wound is bleeding profusely.
I have to go now. /I have to go now.
To find the light
The moon is hazy.
But it's too bright.
Please allow me to take away a piece of moonlight.
bind up a wound
I really go
be empty-handed
Towards the black night sky
The stars in the sky do not quarrel.
There's no smoke there either.