Graffiti everywhere
But I can't find a green space.
The wind rolled the petals and cried again.
Stop drawing.
There's nothing here.
The scenery of that year was temporary.
The wind creates beauty.
But the miracle was destroyed by the environment.
All that remains is the withered ground.
Humans greedily grab.
Never know how to cherish again
They are making history.
But to abandon fate.
They renew nature.
But I lost my soul.
We are too ignorant.
Or is civilization gradually progressing?
Disaster has a trajectory.
Punish human boredom
what to say
For the happiness of mankind
We should move forward.
Collect wealth from nature
Make mountains and rivers more beautiful
Then there is our health.
Where is it?