How I wish there was a doorway.
In the morning, the sun shines on the grass.
We are standing.
Grab the door leaf
The door is low and the sun is shining.
The grass is bearing seeds.
The wind shook the leaves.
We stood without talking.
It is very beautiful
There is a door, don't open it.
If it is ours, it will be very beautiful.
In the morning, I will wander at night.
We gave him the lyre.
We're not leaving.
We need land.
Need land that will never be destroyed
We rode it.
Throughout life
This land is rugged and narrow.
However, it has a history.
There is the sky and the moon.
Dew and morning light
We love this land.
We are standing.
Digging with wooden shoes
The door is hot, too
We leaned gently, which was beautiful.
Grass behind the wall
Won't grow up again
It just touched the sun with its fingertips.
Above the dust
Dust can bury villages.
You can bury water
Bury the Woods
Longing to be buried by the water and blossom big flowers.
Can stay away from the inland of waterfowl.
Relax your breath
Let the wind blow out thin waves
I always believed.
Humans will not perish like this.
Rain falls on valleys and fresh plains.
They walked thickly.
Chinese milk vetch grows on a soft graveyard.
Their walking posture is gradually changing.
The sky began to clear up.
Light blue sky, youth
Shine on the faces of one girl after another.
Summer outside the window
The voice cried for a long time in the middle of the night
the sun rises
All the raindrops are shining.
Turned into warm steam
I didn't clean the glass.
I know the sky is blue.
Every tree shows its hair and files castanets there.
Everyone wants to be a huge carnivorous insect.
How far everything is.
We are as weak as cicadas in the morning.
The wings are wet and the leaves are thick.
We are young, we don't know anything, and we don't want to know.
All I know is that dreams will float.
Will take us into the day.
Clouds will walk in the wind.
Clouds will walk in the wind.
The lake will concentrate the light into a shining mirror.
We looked at the green leaves
I still don't want to know
Did not clean the glass
Dark green summer waves fluctuate.
The paddle is beating.
The fish are separating from the steady current.
The laughter of the red swimsuit keeps disappearing.
How far everything is.
That summer continued.
That voice has stopped.