2018年8月15日 晴
Those who has long ears are not my whisper,
That stand closely to sun sucking gold though risky
People say to close eyes feeling
Anything shakes or attracts
Don't let them escape though Window always open for air
What've heard is what would hurt
Pouring into my heart harbor deliberately
If I would never have looked inside, sun not only, salty water even would destroy me
When flowers with time withering away
I will pick chips up to my pockets
Where full of unknown but known
One day, story is made up from these, in a castle, I hear myself
