Turning the Corner of the City
The wind at dawn
Starts the late-sleeping maple leaves
The cold fog clears
The smell of mud and grass dissipates on the city floor
Turning the corner of the city
Cars drive by, splashing water
Wet my long shadow pointing west
P <
Laziness doesn't belong to me yet
I just wander in the bustling city
I turn the corner of the city
Sweat drips under my feet
My head is still high
The north wind blows away
The temperature of the sun on my shoulders
Blood is flowing
It is enough for me to boil all over
Turn the corner of the city
to escape the night strike.
tight wings
exhausted in the Woods
resting in the dark
humble nest, Breathe a little
On that day
I turned the corner of the city
Not far away
A building went up
Mask
The air in the morning was beautiful
I stood in front of the mirror
I put on today's mask
Yesterday's smile was a little faded
Then sketch
The wind hit. Scattered
sunlight glides across the mask
leaving only a pale face
The mask shapes a stiff face
Frowning involves muscles
Slight pain
Seeing through the mask
Taking off the mask
Rubbing your face
Sighing lightly
haggard in the mirror
Tooth marks on your lips
Wounds covered by the mask.