Your wishes and my random nature
Srotasbini's first love floated in the chest
The color of your sudden arrogance
The full moon comes again and the two of them wake up at night.
The red kite is flying far away from my late
I sent it in a perforated purple envelope with yarn
Because your wishes are gathered there in the afternoon
In the evening the letter comes back in the name of more darkness.
The last days of the year are more morning ferries
I go out alone then a handful
Let's walk like a purposeless drunk for a while
A little effort, but in the end Kake's futile agitation.
There is nothing new in this world
Only fighting games this fall.