My land
Fever like the palm of your hand
My winter
Sliding
He's melting
In a slightly sticky love
It's becoming fresh
Foam and fish
Dogs also appear
Will carry your back
Like a thousand years of shame
In the distance are broken bricks
distance
It's a smelling city
Light yellow, light white water vapor
Driven into the field
He sneezes
Then call
Let the field of bubbles
Drum up
Slowly squeeze the sky
Fight
Don't be in the awake itch
stop it
Stop is rock
It's on the black cemetery
The little beast that twisted
stop it
Water birds are like heavy snow
Falling down
Lilac trees before night
Ho ho ho ho