This happened before
Thinking of you,
It's light,
I don't want you anymore.
The sky is bright and bright,
Turn around and grit your teeth,
Knife cut meat busy.
Night in the lamp,
I'm in the oil,
As you can imagine,
What is relayed from the mouth of others,
At the end of the lamp is ash,
Lines like luminous grass,
Elongated cut splicing,
You are a magician in black.
Close your eyes
It's all you.
Open your eyes,
Where are you?
You are a trafficker
Kidnapped my heart and liver
Abducted my three views
Kidnapped my seven tricks
Abducted my six gods
The little beast I've been raising for years
2022.2.11
#Original Essay # #Color Impermanence#
derivation:
The length of the autumn night
Empty has its name,
We're just that
Take a look,
It is dawn.
INTERVIEWER ONO OMACHI