Your tenderness
is another kind of building
It's not high above the window and bright and clean
Your skin
It's wrapped in the loneliness that you abandoned for many years
I'm hiding in your strange eyes
It's like walking in a tunnel where I can feel my life
An out-of-season temperature
I guess. Sample supports our self-confidence
Close to the face of the book
Our language is too shy to describe
You fill a table with glasses full of wisdom
Let me swim in the posture.
3
A strange idea
has repeatedly pushed me away from the building I am used to living in
From the moment I go out, I no longer care about whether there is a road on the ground
I just think about what kind of building
will seal my mind
or become a rest garden for my soul next moment. It doesn't sound strange.
It's strange.
I can design a perfect emotional building just by listening to your voice.
At the same time, I carry a lot of necessary language materials.
I'm waiting for you to build all this.
4
The heavy part of life
Once it needs to be conveyed to the road by feet
.
Why can I
stumble
but I can't stand the pain from the soles of my feet
Touch the painful soles of my feet
I can imagine the look of being cautious all the way
5
Without you
My feelings are just
an empty building
. > I am used to looking at life
much like a waiting window
looking around
until I spill my eyes into a moonlit wasteland
you will come
Your voice is always so soft and affectionate
It won't even spread to any wall
It's just like whispering in a clear spring
It heals my ears that I want to become ill. On
I just want to tell you
There are some anomalies in this rainy season
The flood of wisdom has already broken the bank of my heart.