It turns out that we have been wandering.

I remember wandering in the leaden sky that day.

I know we are all in different places.

Looking at different skylights

The pen in my hand is on the rice paper.

Draw a sketch that doesn't look like a sketch

Is a wandering child.

It was gray, but I stood there.

How can a perfunctory fairy tale be a fairy tale?

It turns out that we have been wandering.

Finally I forgot my direction.

Some words were left unsaid that summer.

It turns out that we have been wandering.

Finally, I couldn't find the direction.

That smile hasn't crossed my eyes yet.

Forgotten in winter.

Label: Poetry