You smell the bouquet of moonlit roses
You've been blown by the night wind and your hair has been disturbed
Keep your head down and don't dare to speak
Like a fool
You stand under the dim streetlights
It was an intoxicating poetic painting
You are standing in the attic with a balcony
Pointing to the rag doll in his arms
There were tears in her eyes
It was a silent concern
I walked in the moonlight of the strange alley
Leave only the back for you
Pretend to be reserved
I crouched on a street corner
But tears fell like rain
You don't know this life
Our end
That's it for the cape
tonight
My poetry paintings
My concern
You okay?