How I want to be a bird.
In the process of seeking freedom
That blue feather
uncomfortable
Fly to the ends of the earth
In the sky
Shake it. Too thin.
Seems to be laughing at me.
Get up too early
The sun also bent down.
Step by step coloring
It smells of filar silk.
Blame only
I drew the temperature too little.
Nashui
One by one coquetry in front of me.
birdie
Don't scream.
Mom, she can't manage well.
Tell you to run around
Small eyes smile like mung beans.