I have a stone in bag.
I like the dark skin as childhood.
One day the weight bent my leg.
And came out my pale blood.
I have a planet in hand.
It revolves as fast as my heart.
If it is supposed to be an art.
——How could I love and stand.
I have a stone in bag.
I like the dark skin as childhood.
One day the weight bent my leg.
And came out my pale blood.
I have a planet in hand.
It revolves as fast as my heart.
If it is supposed to be an art.
——How could I love and stand.