When the wind ransacked the path, leaving purple shells.
Grab my feathers and melancholy and hug the lotus.
I believe that in the spring garden, seeds are surging.
They were torn apart for reunion.
In February, the world is happy and dreams will dance.
Many fireflies crowded around and gathered together.
A pair of eyes are white in the blooming flower city.
Look at the beautiful scenery on earth and meet in February.
All the flowers that we can easily see are falling petals.
You can hug each other and cry if you disturb each other.
If we meet again, our blood will boil.
Can follow the footsteps of deer, can cross the snow and the moon.
The girl in white is still chasing the girl of her dreams.
Chase the deer that will only miss, the deer that will only dance in the snow.
About the warmth and beauty in life.
Like pearls scattered all over the floor.
Doomed to panic with some longing.
Then stop and stand on tiptoe to believe in reincarnation.
Believe in the bell of the temple, believe in a belief.
Birds cling to the stars and the moon.
It's too late to catch it in an instant
The beauty of their flight
I put a lot of ice flowers in my days.
They will never melt this winter.
2022. 1. 13
No.3 middle school.