Encounter in the sunset
There are no wild geese around.
Only the last sunset.
Thin petals are quietly ground into powder.
Nobody asked.
timely
Smell a fragrance
look up
It turned out to be some green fruits.
The light of life shines in the darkness.
It seems to be playing a song.
Like laughing.
The breeze is gentle.
In the red torrent.
Colorful falling petals
Like the stars in the sky
As bright as the sea.
Those vibrant fruits.
Tell me the meaning of life quietly.
listen to
They said:
excellent
Only after all the noise and silence
Just practicing.
I wonder how delicate the flowers used to be.
I don't know
How the fruit hangs on the branches, like a night of rain.
But I did see it.
Seeing people who used to be romantic
Free-flowing petals
Lose enthusiasm
Return to the embrace of the earth calmly.
Maybe some stories belong to flowers after all.
Why else would they be like this?
Amazing power.
A gloomy night
Coming back from England is like a storm in the city.
A Zen machine written vividly in the sunset
They're gone.
But leave the same beautiful fruit.
I guess
They really have no regrets.
Yeah, no regrets.
The flowers are beautiful.
Flowers are more meaningful.
Flowers are like people.
Their world is gone.
As quiet as ever