Shivering, with alert and timid eyes.
Staring at me makes me feel ashamed.
Makes me feel excluded.
Face them
I'm lonely.
They lay there, obeying the arrangement of life.
Sometimes I see that groggy sheep.
Look at me with tears, familiar eyes.
So kind
As if he were my soul mate in a previous life.
It seems that he wants to talk to me.
at present
I will also sit quietly with my friends until dawn.
Smoke hard and say nothing.
Satisfied dawn got up and left.
Put a cigarette butt.
Bounce deep into the sky
The great similarity of fate, when I was with a sheep.
Stand together
I can also speak in a trembling voice.
I'll keep my head down, too
Arrangement of fate
Feel the joy and sadness of life.
I don't want to talk too much about you.
Lamb's timid feet
Step back a little.
When you open the fence, take me out
Scold me and say
obedient