Two burning candles
Baked roll
Red goose
Facing the warm wind
Freeze on the eyeball at dusk
That's a monologue about the candle burning itself.
Intense lava
Burning all day.
Now everything is boiling.
Night is a burning cloud.
This is cloud fire
Mottled dome
Like a broken skull.
Such a big head
I felt a twinge of uneasiness.
It is wisdom.
This is a genius idea.
My face is covered with blood.
That red goose
It is a bride whose body is dyed red by dusk.
I want to dye her more red with blood.
This excites me.
Please drink more.
I won't be stingy
Do your best.
Not a drop remains.
Blood is all over your body
Blood-sucking made her even crazier.
I just know/I just realized/I just found out.
After blood is darkness.
Darkness is redder than blood.
Waving the wings of the night
The horizon in the evening gathered the last ray of light.
Ah, my tired eyes