Malarme (French)
Since Maria left me for another star-Orion, Altair, or you, the green Taibai planet? I often feel lonely. How many long years have I spent with my cat! When I say "alone", I mean that there is no matter; My cat is a mysterious companion, an elf. Therefore, I can say that my cat and I spent many long years alone and were the last writer in the decline of Latin.
Since this white creature disappeared, everything I love can be summarized by the word "decline", which is strange and special. Therefore, as far as a year is concerned, my favorite season is the last few days of summer, just before the beginning of autumn. As far as one day is concerned, I chose the time to go out for a walk before sunset, when brass color shone on the gray wall and copper color shone on the glass window. Similarly, in literature, what my spirit seeks for sadness and entertainment will also be those gloomy poems of the end of Rome. As long as those omens haven't been revealed, the barbaric people are close to revitalizing it. They haven't learned to speak, and they started their first naive Christian prose Latin works.
While reading this poem (its color appeals to me more than young people's muscles), I stroked the fur of this purebred animal with one hand. At this time, under my window, there was a low and sad sound of the accordion. The accordion sounded on the long sidewalk under the poplar trees. These poplar leaves, even in summer, I think they have turned yellow since Maria passed by last time. Some musical instruments are very sad, yes, the piano flashes and glows, and the violin illuminates the broken soul, but the accordion makes me indulge in desperate dreams in my hazy memory. Now, it is playing a beautiful folk song with a beautiful melody, an old and tired song, which can make the country people happy, but its countless sounds and festivals attract me to sleep leisurely and make me cry, like a romantic folk song. Where did your magic come from? I slowly put it away, afraid to throw a copper coin out of the window, for fear that I would find that the instrument was not for myself after I moved it.