paper tiger
The paper tigers in the flock were blown away by the wind.
Eating green tramples on the mood.
Reality has opened the distance.
Pray for rain, not season.
Look at the wind, the heights are too cold.
Which fairy are you?
Occupy this land
The sunshine is in your control.
You have occupied the green space.
There are sheep everywhere.
Who blew the horn?
Deciduous leaves, hay
It's not your choice.
Your choice
-It's a blood knife.
You assassinated goodness.
Assassinate the innocent again
I really don't know what you mean.
What you long for is a dirty stream?
Where is the leader of the flock?
You're not at dawn
It's not at dusk.
Your soul is a dark cloud.
Open your eyes.
You are really a paper tiger.
Take the wind to nourish you
Are you satisfied?
Can you control the sheep?
I'm worried about seasonal winds.
I'm worried about seasonal rain.
They won't make you comfortable.
I don't trust you. You are made of paper.
Green is withered and brilliant.
And you, not as good as air.
Disappear like smoke, dissipate like a cloud-disappear completely
You're a complete cover.