Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice
It was a very cold night with a drizzle of rain all around. The scenery was a bit dreamy and the surroundings were filled with mist. The delicate white beads around me were fluttering towards me from time to time, circling towards...
The cold wind blowing against my face. Walking on the lost road in the throbbing night. I go and stop. Please, you must be happier than me. Please remember to be happier than me...
My throbbing back keeps telling me about the strike protest. Every joint has already signed a petition to replace this boss who doesn’t care about his employees...
The pendulum of freedom is my wandering footsteps. The looming fog is the footprints I left behind. The lazy bed is written with memories of the past echoing...
Goodbye! Young days of youth, dear family and friends! Goodbye to the ancient city, goodbye to the strong nostalgia that crosses my path...
who are you! Hiding secretly in the dark, not daring to show your true face, always imitating my various actions and behaviors. Why are you so...
The light of the graffiti rushes towards the mind with one horizontal stroke, one stroke, one hook, and one stroke, all of which express the mood at the moment and the colors are full...
The white smoke like clouds, rain and fog secretly and slowly enveloped me from the bottom of my heart. All the scenery in front of me slowly transformed into...
I love you, do you know this? Or are you deliberately pretending not to notice that I am trying so hard to forget the reason for your departure while I am still...
Fold the layers of my feelings for you into paper airplanes called longing, climb up to the top floor, follow the direction where you are, hold it in the wind, help me...
