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