【詩】拿起雪白的羽毛筆、在紙上刻印著黑色的墨ーー I pulled the dark wool fur over my body, over everything, everything that could cover all of my senses. The glowing sight became dark...
there was nothing in there. In this dark world.
But, I felt calm.
I hear humble voices out there,
But, I felt calm.
I hear humble voices out there,
stretching like growing branches, blossoming like flooding red.
But it's silent here. I don't want to get out.
But it's silent here. I don't want to get out.
Eyelids, they are starting to feel heavy...someone is pulling the air, pouring seeds into sweet lies of dream.
