feel
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
alley
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
absorb
sunlight
A flash in the sky
Covered by dark clouds again
The rainstorm washed away,
The opposite of my soul.
Pure Land
in autumn
One country is blue.
On the road, bluebirds are everywhere.
And a blade
All withered paper money
Flying in the air
The front is very bright.
The sun clings to the brim of the hat.
There is no front line.
Sometimes you can hear the sound of winter in Ding Dong.
snowflake
The mark on my book.
Will fall from there