Unnamed suicide note.

The crows laughed above their heads,

The tip of the pen is darkly rotten on white paper.

The crow is waiting

Hope begins with rotten flesh at the tip of the pen

The young angel died,

The distant past is also dead.

The author of the past left,

Yu left in silence.

The sweet author is loved,

The sour author's eyes are as green as a burn.

Pluck out that sick eyeball,

Didn't you hear its harsh sneer?

Didn't you hear that?

Didn't you hear the whale knocking on your door?

The author is covering his ears,

The author is digging his eyes.

The author is causing my knees to tremble,

The author is tearing his throat.

The author is cutting the lament,

The author is chewing and lamenting.

The author is swallowing the bones of the traveling eagle,

The author is painting logic emerald green.

The author is falling apart when the tobacco burns out.

The author's stomach is full of flower stems.

The author is crying,

I can't cry.

The author does not want to leave,

The author had to leave.

The author is starting with the nib rotting.

listen

The crows are coming.