It flows to the pond. For me, where should it flow?
The birds in the forest are singing clearly.
They are calling their companions. For me, my companion
The flowers on the roadside are kissed by the breeze, and
I am dancing with my waist. For me, my heart.
I cast a shadow, and I just drink your fragrance.
I'd like to be a tooth.
Some people want to be a scarf and surround your delicate neck softly.
Some people want to make a hair clip and indulge in the fragrance of long hair.
Some people want to make light underwear so as to be close to you.
Even if it's a sole, some people are willing to do it. Because it is proudly sucking your blood
There are others who think that eyelashes are good and will always be attached to by the eyes
As for me, I would like to be your tooth and kiss your sweet tongue all the time
powerless
Author Geff
Under the slow and lazy sunshine
I am unmoved to see the new buds jumping like a deep pool
. Look at the willow swaying lightly
but it can't make any ripples
Nothing can arouse the power of the mind
Everything is reasonable, following the natural flow
On the stipulated old road paved by the predecessors
I am depressed
I am unable to step forward, and my sleepy body
is full of fantasy and passion
. An immortal
enjoying the sunshine of life without worry
but agile and dull, brilliant and exhausted
am I
anxious and surging in the abyss of powerlessness
I run away from it-insipid and comfortable
in the noisy and chaotic city
A sense of power is gestated in rupture, betrayal and pain.