A car came after the rain.
Through the pallor of dusk
The old iron sheet faces south.
The lovers are gone.
Listen to the smoke
Poetry radio
An emotionless cough
At least it seems that way.
The way home is lovely, too.
The strings have lost their posture.
Never see that night again
Children who listen to music
A monologue in a hurry
Grind it into tape.
Withered feelings
Step into old age
Grow old slowly.
Don't wake up alone.
You are eager to leave.
There's just nowhere to stop.
Sing it.
My eyes narrowed.
And tears of collapse
It just doesn't arrive.
Youth is drunk again.
Nameless mind
Laugh away the time.
Generous gathering and dispersion.
Tossed and turned but couldn't walk.
Right platform
If drift is growth
The only signpost that can be passed.
You wake up in the years
That barren future
It's like a season of regret
Unfinished love
Dirt every page of poetry
Kiss the most painful confession
The wind blows here.
There is no need to let it go.
Grow old slowly.
Don't wake up alone.
You are eager to leave.
There's just nowhere to stop.
Sing it.
My eyes narrowed.
And tears of collapse
It just doesn't arrive.
Just bear it sweetly
Starry wet windowsill
The light and shadow beat like
Say love in sleepiness.
No more meaningless feelings
Want to understand.
Where dreams are shattered.
Today is full of moss.