I want to write a book, modern poetry.

I want to write a book.

I want to name it faded loneliness.

I want to tell you what it's like to be single at 29.

I want to convey it to all my friends who have been with me.

My brain is wide open, and I realize it.

I want to say ... ...

I want to cry.

I want to laugh.

What I want to do

Say something you love forever.

I was a man when I cried.

Smiling, my face is still full of mysterious flowers.

Uniqueness is my motto.

Seeing through people's hearts is the last wall I want to touch

Sitting on the "gate" that opens to the south.

Precious people, with pure feelings, disappear.

A nasty person impersonates your king.

Close your tired eyes.

I want to take pictures of the footprints that pass behind me.

Hanging overhead, as the foothold of an eagle tired of flying.

I want to give it to all the children who run to me.

Kiss marks like peaches and toffee.

Let them experience the joy of sharing.

If one day I lift my backpack full of air and leave.

Please send me a letter without a postmark.

Tell me what you want to say.

Tied to the foot of a pigeon I have raised for 16 years.

Fly in the direction where I left.

Wait until the day when it catches up with me

I will step on the scale and the microwave oven.

Stand on horseback

Shout loudly at the valley

The stretched echo will tell you where I am.

Remember the half bottle under the millstone in the old house?

Take it out.

On a windy summer evening

Sprinkle on willow branches

When the last drop of drunkenness fell into the river beside the rice field.

Me and my book "Loneliness Gone"

Come back together