The dull yellow fills the whole knife-like rice field
slid through the fear to the hideous Your face is soft
in the huge echo
pierced by the cold moment
The warmth is but a fleeting comfort is a momentary hallucination
Rain and fog hazy village The secret of a
dead lover and Betrayal of
all wounds, longing for healing
, after the funeral, cover up with a dull gray layer,
the lamb is dead before it grows up,
you also become the corpse of the cow, and you
are buried together on the dry land.
Violence and value grow with the roots
. With Francis and mother , you
can never escape fate .
Loneliness is with you like a shadow, and no one
can escape.
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