《Roof》
Familiar with the roof of the iceberg, As a farewell to the place Not too many sad, The hands of a small yellow handkerchief, flying in the wind, and I yearn for freedom, As well as the posture of waiting.
《Meditation cafe》
Waiting, Waiting for small daisy, Waiting for the little boy, And, Empty mailbox, Empty seats Waiting by waiting, That the unknown firm, In fact, in the shining.
《My place》
being devoid of any interaction between human beings, squeezes in cities and is crowded by streets, Are they really human beings?And am I?I wonder. Nevertheless, I love it.
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