In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
author：Stray Cat 9
future
She is the poet's sunset
It is the ripe yolk in the child's eyes
It is also the light of charity before the night comes
I can't touch it, I can't smell it
Can't hide and can't stay
But because of its appearance
There are brilliant clouds of fire
And then
With flowers grass and
Everything in the world sleeps peacefully
Also because of its departure
There is an intoxicating night sky
And then
With stars the moon and the Milky Way
Embrace the world in silence
Look at the starlight it sent away overnight
A different identity
And with the joy of dew and birds
appeared on the dividing line of the sky
With sleepy eyes in a state of confusion
A little bit
Put your hopes aside
So I got it
It is light or love is the future
It is also eternal now
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
In the future, she is the poet's sunset is the ripe yolk in the eyes of the child, and the light of charity before the night comes, which cannot be touched, smelled or retained, but because of its appearance, it has a brilliance
