I was especially afraid of being young
It’s dark at night
Often standing at the mouth of the alley
Look left and right
Or maybe it’s a crazy magic swordsmanship
Build the drums of war in your head
Left and right
worry
Probably
Expecting a crunching sound
And time is always in the rising and setting of the sun
Dissipate and pass away
Thoughts are also in the light and shadow that come and go
Coincidence emanation
now
Particularly enjoyed waking up in the early hours of the morning
Look around and no one has time
It was dark outside
The moon is bright and the stars are shining
Life is also its own
Feel the warmth of the futon
Such as throwing yourself into the arms of lovers
Fall asleep slowly
worry
Probably
Tomorrow is tomorrow
My heart is my heart
Don’t be frustrated
Don’t ask yourself
I especially like it when I was young
Suddenly it was empty
No words needed
I have long been familiar with the road
Push open the refrigerator
Turn on the TV
and the thrill of running to the commissary
The days are in anticipation
Slow flow
worry
Probably
Tomorrow morning’s class bell
Tonight’s pleasure
Or not
One game after another
Rambled
now
Always greedy
A little time at your fingertips
Cranky thoughts after turning off the lights
Painful struggles when getting out of bed
Probably the imprint of growth
Always not your own
Trance growth
It’s the biggest thing on my mind
