The voice cried for a long time in the middle of the night
the sun rises
All the raindrops are shining.
Turned into warm steam
I didn't clean the glass.
I know the sky is blue.
Every tree is bigger than hair.
In that "quack" castanets.
Everyone wants to be a huge carnivorous insect.
How far everything is.
We are as weak as cicadas in the morning.
The wings are wet.
The leaves are thick and we are young.
I know nothing, and I don't want to know.
Only by knowing the right place can dreams float.
Will take us into the day.
Clouds will walk in the wind.
The lake will gather light.
Twinkling mirror
We looked at the green leaves
I still don't want to know
Did not clean the glass
Dark green summer waves fluctuate.
The paddle is beating.
The fish are separating from the steady current.
The laughter of the red swimsuit keeps disappearing.
How far everything is.
That summer continued.
That voice has stopped.