2. Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sunset and the sadness of being homeless?
I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing all the memories. -
Black birds flitted across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time of burning to ashes. Make noise.
5. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.