I hope you look up, too
The bright track of his writing
There is no straightforward written expression.
I use it to describe the love of the universe.
This emotion dived into the bottom of the lake.
The ripples of silence opened the echo.
Uneven is the news of maple.
Although pedestrians have no intention
I quietly picked up the autumn.
think back
Or do you want to trade a bunch of flowers for the whole summer?
Throw the ice cubes into the soda water.
Let the bubble rise and meet the unknown enthusiasm.
In fact, this poem is not fluent to read, but it can have a kind feeling rippling in it. Maybe that's what moves people.