There are ruins everywhere.
Road, how to extend from the foot?
Street lamp sliding into pupil
Get out, it's not a star.
I don't want to comfort you.
On the trembling maple leaf
Full of lies about spring.
Tropical sunbird
Didn't fall on our tree.
And the forest fire behind it
It's just a dusty dusk.
If the earth is frozen,
Let's face the warm current
Sail to the sea
If coral reefs are our future image,
Let's face the sea
Near sunset
No, eager to burn
Is the desire to turn to ashes.
We just want to sail quietly.
You have long hair that floats.
I have arms, straight.