flapping butterflies in an attempt to catch dragonflies
I met a black bitch
I don't know if she wanted to play with me
or hated me
jumping on all fours and pouncing on me
and turned pale and frightened. Horrified eyes
The word "death" suddenly occurred to my mind
It was too late to think
God's' feeling
I squatted down in an instant
The black bitch puffed up and slipped away slowly
And I was paralyzed on the grass
Since I met the black bitch's invasion in my childhood
, the ghost has been growing up. Swinging towards me
I know
it wants to say hello to me
it wants to play with me
but I still dare not go near it
its disappointed eyes
I see
forgive me
I am helpless.