The unpleasant sound of the piano makes me uncomfortable.
You use a slow, dying river
Watch me leave.
My mind
Always lingering in your prayers
Inexplicable guilt flooded my mind.
I went out into the street and waited.
You are erratic and have no time.
I want to ask you if you want a bowl of hot porridge.
midnight
There is a cold current coming.
The wind is surging, and I want to fight the world.
I heard the leaves calling for help.
And the crackling greeting of the trash can.
Close doors and windows
It's like entering Noah's Ark.
An audible fight.
But I can't find the culprit.
Only the torrent of time
Defeat the hand of the dead god
God knows all the reasons.
But let human beings be absurdly stubborn.
I close my eyes.
I just want to fall asleep.
But more sober.
It's like the end of time.
There is everything here, but nothing.
I can't tell true from false, and I can't see through absurdity.
There is a faint dog barking in the distance.
This cry saved me.
I don't want to look for the so-called permanence.
That will imprison my freedom forever.
The devil's wind is no longer raging.
Dark clouds no longer stay.
This is just the unique climate of the seaside.
The world won the battle.
It doesn't need to explain the cause of the dispute.
Everything is still the same.
The old one exudes decay.
I will never be questioned and demanding again.
Absurdity also has the freedom to exist.
There is nothing to bear.
Nothing is needed.
Time will not stop because of anyone.
I can't save anyone.
All I have
Just saying hello.
Make a sound.
A low greeting