When I never rehearse a new pain and end the word, when you want to fall in love, you don’t understand that you don’t like the ruthless shadows, the dawn clouds of tiles, and the wonderful sound.

The complex is exciting.

And Chaos.

The eaves swing from the eaves and almost break the tabby cat.

One afternoon and the voice of the prayer call.

Not only that, the rest will come.

Keeping life short.


On an autumn night, it is mostly heated with love.

The rebellious poems in my hands and the ages of the heavens which I could not bear afterwards were especially loved in the book.

I miss myself the most.