I use a stick
Pick up the net,
hard work
It was dismantled in an instant.
I use curtains.
Cover the lights,
The light outside the window
It disappeared in an instant.
I use a small fire
Burn the newly written words,
Deep poetry
It disappeared in an instant.
I use cold water.
Washed away the fallen leaves on the flowers,
Boring comfort
It washed away in an instant.
I used the right words.
Drowned the impression under the moon,
Natural entanglement
It broke in an instant.
These are "unbearable"-
Oh, my god
On the bleak road of life,
In addition to "unbearable",
I am interested in all living things.
There can be no other comfort.