2015
That year, I tried to get out of the water and go ashore,
However, the flow of time is different.
From the laws of Saturn, the first day of ancient times,
When the modern mountains and clouds rise,
The light of the night does not come from the stars,
It's the moon.
I am starved of oxygen.
Look down at the time,
Some energy is slowly dissipating,
Became a cloud,
The sound of clouds.
Something has become different,
But I don’t know what it is,
I have no idea.
Where to go next.
I think I completely forgot about time.
Feeling weak and tired of everything,
Slowly began to make no sound.
Suddenly realized,
I am a weak person.
Since it is a weak person,
What is its way of survival,
This kind of wandering day,
I want to change.
In short, leave.
Leave the ones that are in vain and make myself confused.
Dragging pieces of broken luggage and memories.
Will you feel it? Sometimes you feel your dream,
It seems to have been completed and over.
Feels stupid and arrogant, but it is very empty and true.
"Hello" you say
"Hi" I said
:-)
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You see, the past us,
Struggling so fiercely,
Use trivial pain and sorrow.
You see, the past us,
Calmly so obscure,
Use not to care and freedom as an excuse for hypocrisy.
The balance of this world,
It's not about which side of the road is called right or wrong.
It must exist at the same time.
Calm and peaceful,
We need to be closer to each other,
or,
All into one,
is that okay?
Although there is a typhoon outside,
I can still drink warm miso soup,
This is happy, this is happiness.
In and Out.
It is POSION, I saw a man with SPOT FACE and "LAYERS lies."
Also, a woman with yellow crystal on neck
They starting line up to somewhere...
They seem to LICK the same thing with...eyes (?)
Doing in those several houses
I take them to apart.
Try to hearing the sounds.
Her name is Lid.
And White panties
Its take a lot of patience to sleep at afternoon, a marred dreaming.
What you hate, Disliked,
Try to see the "cute" from them.
No need to comfort yourself in this way.
Because you can actually experience it.
Shits.
The faces of this year,
With those winds,
Some left,
Some gradually disappeared one by one.
With that year.