The fleurs who died
The fleurs who had passed
Rose and decay in single origin
To forget the bitter aftertaste
To forget the bitter afterstory
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The fleurs who died
The fleurs who had passed
Rose and decay in single origin
To forget the bitter aftertaste
To forget the bitter afterstory
If you shine lights on the sapphire crystal
Can you see stars?
She runs away with all her friends and foes
T's a jolly route for folly and sorrow
To the end of glacier
I will find my heart
As your light feed through the light
Different variations of your name
White balloon, red balloon
The paler shade of moon
A timid smile
Your eyes, a reflection
Silk worm eats mildew leaves
French fries silk worm don't eat
Let us practice swordplay and eat steel
Let us sit a little and wait for the rain
In the ocean front there was a storefront
When where we once used to meet
In dust shall we wander
Parle nous ceylon Rosmarin
Can I rearrange my heartbeat?
To approach the endless mirror
And in this we became
scarecrows and scarecrowd
You have severed a chance to settle down
Organizational origami
Eternity is a perpetual movement
In perpetual gazing
Your house was my world
To you: restring
Only perfume and tapeworms linger
Tape a butterfly on your collarbone
And we fall
Into the same new world
While I was also away
To each their own abyss
Swift like a hummingbird
On the Rolex glass shelf
And leave the rest underwater
Red umbrella in the rain
Cast a sundial on scarlet bricks
As the day gradually pass away
The street is full of lost people
In a city that is no longer lost
St Angelus shoulder blade
Chances are you remember me too?
We were young and a little bold
Across the mountains across the seas
A little bit of you in me
I went to hell yesterday evening
To see a glimpse of you in me
Glaslow, St Gregory and snowstorm
In the royal museum of common things
There is a belonging never-achieved
Tripped by the inexperience of experience
Straight into your gaze there is a mirror
Is it the darkest of yearnings
In time is a longing
The relapse of variations
There is a sorrow in possession
This you understood so well