From the white clouds in the sky, fall into the colorful world. He was gently held up by the earth, but hurt by parting.
You take the train that goes away. The sound of the flute is colored, but the sound of the flute is someone else's flute, and the color is someone else's color. I want to pack a can of flute. Please don't leave me.
You are in my dreams, under my pillow, in the cracks of my windows, in my thoughts.
You are in my moon, you are in my sun, you are in my harvest, and you are in my rain and night.
I stuffed you in my pocket and pretended to be you.
People are tall and short. busy.
Thank you my dog for always being with me, and thank you for the clouds you planted.
I chased your flute and got lost. Through the forest and black and white. Ten thousand kinds of music, ten thousand kinds of colors, I can't tell your uniqueness.
Uphill, downhill, wind, wave crest, strong wind, torrential rain. What is waiting is not the rising sun, not the setting sun, but your other back.
Run, run, chase, chase.
You will collapse in a dream.
The world is slender, sensitive, tired, and crowded.
Some music is colorful and colorful, and some music is lifeless and black.
You are alone, I am alone, can we be two. If you are a person with plants, then I can water. The world is a sharp corner, I am just a patch.
I heard colorful voices again. I was reminded of the scene where he was there. Am I being dropped. It's a complicated world and I'm terrified.
I hold the kaleidoscope in my hand, the last bit of dream in this world. There is nothing scarier than the fact that the world is geometric.
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