Canal water will definitely flow into winter.
The river is clear and cold.
Slow flow velocity
I am floating on this river.
Thick soil, trees and tall buildings on the shore.
seemingly
Love to sink more than I do
This burning flame
The wine that spread in this drop of water
This bleeding white bone
I've been dead for years.
Bodies scattered and rotted.
This bone that escaped the clutches of time
Still alive for me
He has been polished by thoughts.
White translucent
I like hard porcelain, and I like silent porcelain.
Like a water ghost swimming.
He can cross a river on his body.
Think of watching as walking.
On the edge of the canal, there is a swaying meadow.
I've been standing for a long time.
The grass is very careful
Wrapped in bones flowing down the river
It's like holding a fragile porcelain.
Sweep away water vapor
What she clung to was only bigger than ashes.
memory