Distant modern poetry

It's on fire, it's on fire

The phone at the moment

It is a parrot.

Can't say cute.

I am distressed that I am not a good fireman.

Make an excuse and it will be dawn.

A heavier and heavier mood

But degenerated into harm in the dark.

Work, rape most of the energy and time.

How sad

Escape is a mason, as quiet as a mouse.

Heap disappointment into a wall of kindness.

Beauty is isolated.

Love is lonely from now on.

Misunderstanding caused by talking with the opposite sex

It triggered an earthquake, the wall collapsed and the ground cracked.

The feeling of dying

Become a sacrifice

Sacrifice the birth of the Pacific Ocean.

Tears filled the other shore.

at that time

Rise from a distance at first.

It should be called ...

I am here during the day and you are there at night.