Depressive autumn
Melancholy morning and evening
melancholic monday
red, white', gray
quiet, sour, bitter
melancholy noon
melancholy dusk
soul is closed
wet and cold morning at eight
rusted
yellow molten iron
red sour smell
keeps going to the dry and hot nine o'clock
is too melancholy
a bird faces blankly
The space where the tree was just cut down
Billion reasons
was washed by time
can't persuade
The woods are clouds, and the tree crowns are fog
The city is actually a blank space in front of you
A person desperately escapes from oneself
Because I am a fire and a desert
is a war that will never end
There is no justice
no forgiveness
There is only endless cruelty and barbarism
is too melancholy
a huge cold winter
open my teeth and dance claws in front of me
swallow me in one bite
digest me bit by bit
what will i be
Who do I trust
Who will watch in autumn
Who will wait in spring
Who can accept
I will be a tree in spring
is still a grass in autumn
or forever
can only be a stone, a handful of soil
2020-11-05 01:38:57
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