Which horizon are you on?
I can't smell the purity of the sea,
Can't hold the fading moonlight.
The scorching sun burned my eyes,
The uneasiness under the gray building.
I can't see out of the window,
Only the white wall is left.
I want to stop and look around.
It's too fast for me to slow down.
Is sailing on leaves and breezes a fairy tale?
Go with the flow, water * * * waves, just wishful thinking?
Silent stars, how many light years of longing?
How much heat did the blazing sun sow?
The mountain that once branded my footprints! Are you still moving?
Will the branches I gently picked sprout and turn green?
Weeds are filled with wild fragrance, and the soil smells primitive.
Vision is barbaric! Grow at boiling high temperature.
Where is my smell? I've been looking.
Is the sweetness stored in shoes,
It's the smell of sweat volatilization,
Or has it rusted?
Swallow in the sky, stop laughing.
Do you know-
I once had a pair of wings,
But before I could fly,
The wing is broken.
But I don't want to give up,
It can fly. Wish.
So I borrowed leaves,
Want to float in the wind.
But the wind still can't bear my weight!
Fall! I thought the same thing.
Below is a bottomless pool.
I learned from fish,
Want to play by the water.
But I'm too light!
A deep vortex covers me mercilessly.
The running water washed me to the river bank.
The body was watered with cold water.
Listen-
The stars are shining in the bushes,
Draw a picture quickly.
What is that? Fireflies!
The moonlight rekindled,
The milky way is wrapped around me.
I desperately want to keep one,
Because epiphyllum always flashes by.
But I can only look up,
The trunk can't live. I hope so.
Several places on the horizon are red.
Where am I in the dark?
I want to move on,
But which is the direction in the dark forest?
I want to go back,
But time cannot be reversed.
Think about the time machine,
But that's a fairy tale;
Expecting a Klein bottle,
This is just a daydream.
Whether the universe is really parallel,
I want to make a shameless exchange.
In a trance-
Looks like the same beach.
Timeline,
Please twist it again.
That's where I came from,
Come closer. ...
Here we are-
I wandered around, looked around,
That door, that window, that telephone pole.
I snuck in,
Or stairs,
The same painting,
I hesitated.
Didn't knock-
I looked into the room,
That pen, that cup, that little bookshelf,
Still a familiar smell,
It's still the line I'm staring at
Hi-
You in the mirror,
How are you?
For you as a child, for yourself in the future.