Send you
Your back lingers in the deepest part of my eyes.
My tears
suck up
autumn
It's getting deep.
Put the past complex in a fallen leaf.
dance with the wind
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Bones that were once given life.
With the scenery of a certain season.
Dried leaves
A yellow heart
Its pulse is between paper and words.
Leaving a struggling blood trail.
Just a touch.
It broke with a click.
Like a tile falling to the ground.
Separate neatly, leaving no room.
It is yellow and broken.
Beautiful and cruel
fish
Realistic nudity
Such as transparent glass
I am a fish trapped in a glass jar.
I wagged my tail and gave it a stir
Not a free river.
I am separated from the world by a glass.
There is a box of water.
Give me a break.
Please cut my stomach with a knife.
Remove the heart and lungs.
Make me a fish.
Hit the wall in transparent pain
Morrow swallowed me.
Bite my bone spur
Aged lotus seeds
When I was still struggling
The sun has risen.
I stand in this empty world.
have nothing at all
I can't climb anything.
I can only search every corner, every cold swamp with my eyes.
Know the world.
Under?the?sun
He's dead.
And life.
In the sparkling water
I saw myself leaning against the bottom of that terrible pool.
Be mired in mud
Looking forward to being able to
Give birth to a lotus flower
blow
The flower of love blooms quietly.
I can't think of a reason yet.
In that faint smell
Have a trace of melancholy
A little joy and a little hesitation
Flowers bloom without cause.
Blooming flowers
I don't know where to go.
It's beautiful when flowers bloom.
But once withered,
Whose heart has withered?
The sunshine of life is brilliant.
No mercy.
You can't even catch flowers.
In the season of life
Destined to experience
When the flowers bloom
life
The apricots are ripe.
Withered on the evergreen branches
A picture of life
It is the easiest to condense in the mind.
Maybe it is abstracted into a tree.
Or fruit
love
Can it be said that it is a long-standing topic?
Under the evergreen tree of life
Endless fruit
If you are good at discovering
You can know
How many fruits are seriously green?
How many fruits are ripe for appetizing?
How much fruit is there?
Buried in the soil next to the roots.
A seed that has been cultivated into a positive fruit.
I am full and want to swell and sprout.
Make a promise of the afterlife
Seeds of premature death
Pale and fragile
Maybe I still can't let go of my memories.
First-class wind frost
Has withered its original sentimental heart.
Interpret life with pictures
Mood is the most appropriate explanation language.
People who laugh always know why they laugh.
People who cry can't tell why they cry.