Wandering

The faint light spot is a warm light...
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice

The faint light spot is a warm light...

People living in different places each have their own miserable experiences...

The past is like clouds drifting away, and I am sighing...

I never dare to go to the scorpion-like carapace...

The base of my ears hurts and my mind burns...

The dim lights in the stuffy secret room flickered...

A lot of things popped up on the muddy ground after the rain...
Wine enters the first part ~Mediocre people disturb spring...

Wear only torn socks and pick a long pole...
I fell in love with myself and I will never love you again...