I suddenly thought of life and love.
There is no definition yet.
A gesture in which the eyes degenerate into ripples
Swing in spring and sadness
The story casts a layer of thinking on the threshold.
Sunlight blurs the background of the afterlife.
Blue lotus guards the loneliness of coming back from the dead.
Turn the shallow bitterness of past lives into a flower.
Tragic and incomparable "legend"
I'm used to it, Sanskrit in the night
Cut insomnia evenly and carefully
Your beautiful arrival and departure
But it made me tremble for a long time, a little.
infinite
I know, it's time to lose the address.
Panic turns to rust.
Blue Lotus is too late to be reborn.
The Pharaoh's spell is still there, and Loulan is at the gate.
There are still weeds everywhere.
Just silently watching.
Let worry grow into an old antenna
The door has been open for so many years.
I can't vaguely recognize your voice.
Only the wind, blowing from the legend.
Repeatedly fiddle with
The strings of five thousand years ago.