When did she have my monologue in your heart?
There is no water to hold copper plates for many days.
Now you take a shower and use water to get close to me.
Even my face has shrunk in my hairstyle.
And cried many times.
I had nothing to do with that.
Worried about yesterday.
It was too quiet last night
You want to die and become a pure expression.
Can no longer be hurt and feel inferior.
But I cried today.
Even I am an aristocrat.
After that, you became extremely beautiful.
Your illness has turned your waist into a monster.
Almonds also fall on rainy days.
Gestures are used up, and code words keep coming.
As accurate as tacit understanding
If you kill me again,
Women who want to die are always sad and beautiful.
King's Landing is on the other side and dare not face it.
You are a string of words reflected in the wine container.
Open flowers and monologues in your own mode.
Fill the skin with cloth and silk.
I have nowhere to look.