I'm already drunk
Indulge in the treetops in March
It's heavy except for shortness of breath.
And numb hands
Vaguely heard a string of erratic wind chimes.
sway
Folk songs from afar
March boiling
I'm a little drunk
Reach out your hand.
Touch the back of folk songs
Listen to the echo of the valley
Why got so quiet.
Even the sound of a needle landing can be heard.
Pat the eardrum
Can't help getting drunk.
Tangled in the bones of spring
hesitate
incision
I want to cut with oxygen.
Open your precipitated thoughts.
Let your entanglement
Dissolve in the flame
I want to use the white clouds in the blue sky
Wipe away the rust from your heart.
Let your mind
The melting point of iron red is obtained.
But you always use a gloomy face.
Put away your bright smile.
Hiding in the ruins of iron and looking around.
Intermediate frequency welding
Sew up your broken memories.
Do you remember?
The pain of being cut by oxygen
peach blossom
Lying in the arms of a stone
Try to understand the idea of a snowflake.
Keep a little temperature
Rub the blood vessels on your back.
Let the peach trees be moved to boiling.
Stone with open arms.
Wave goodbye to snowflakes.
Peach bud wiggles her ass.
Sitting on a branch, attracting bees and butterflies.
A string of words
In the bee's mouth
On the wings of a butterfly
Promote peach blossom in full bloom
lotus
Knead the splashed rain flowers into cakes.
Put it in the eye of the lotus leaf.
Let the frog wake up the bud.
Put these scattered shyness
Put it in the bag and tie it tightly.
Let lightning tear the lotus's heart.
Let a solar rain sneak up on you.
Such a chase
Is this a media appointment?
Mendeque bridge
Let the rain fall in love freely