Untitled, innocent, non-returning

There is only one you left, the snow melting and the streams flowing

You're by the door, half light and half dark

The flying swallows, which are getting lighter and lighter, run in the dusk of a remnant plum

You are in your heart, and you are drunk and drunk

I heard my own voice, coming out of the neckline

When I was shocked, my body had been hollowed out and I groaned

Covered in spring

No man dared to mention you and the current Red Nightmare

A gun that guards your wasteland