馬特市新手。ig帳號同名，沒盜文嘿。 雖然下雨天很煩，但還是很喜歡下雨天的北漂台大生。 讀小五的時候因為喜歡的男孩不喜歡自己所以開始創作，寫到現在，打算寫一輩子。 在某本言情上看過一句話，「這世界上所有人都註定蠅營狗苟的活一輩子，可是每個苟且的偏旁，都應該是讓自己來寫的。」 深以為此話說的對極了。
quarrel
Noisily jumping between footsteps
Flip into the window frame from the eaves
it's a play
exciting and exciting
It feels like it's about to play
Everything that is transparent and opaque is shattering
Two thin lips open and close
One high and one low is like singing
It swayed the rocking chair by the fire with its feet up
Waiting for the climax of the story
its time has come
boom
door slamming
Is it a password?
it jumps on stage
But one foot stepped on the ground full of broken glass slag
The center of the room is empty
only it can stand
Finish the rest of the quiet alone
After the curtain call
He began to speculate whether
Live here from myself
The house is getting too crowded
no one can live in
From then on, it accompanies the dust to curl up in the corner
Not used to talking or being happy
Fear of waking up a house or
excess vibration
A splinter of the world
it just doesn't know
the planet
Rock falls all the time
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