When it rains, she runs away

"Break the Bowl of Flowers"

She ran away on rainy days, and the lonely old man protected her with a name, a flower was a curse, and children never dared to provoke her easily

"wanna die"

When we say that we want to die, it's as natural as jumping down a short flight of steps with spring onion, but there's nothing to be ashamed of,
Some people want to die, not thinking about death is not the phrase.
Otherwise, it would not be like throwing green onions and jumping up stairs. There is no time to think about death, or no thinking but it is true that we want to die every day.

"Working Day"

After a hard day's work, at night, I fall out of bed with my stiff bones and drive in a thick and dark dream. The bones rely on this unfamiliar body to remember what I lost during the day, and tomorrow will continue

"A Villa Overgrown with Weeds"

I pass by them occasionally. In the early morning and evening, winter is the most miserable. The dead grass is waiting for someone to pay homage to spring. Crying no one treats them as children Nature never sowed such seeds Spring, summer, autumn and winter have nothing to do with them Only the rise and fall of plants and trees are trying to prove,
This one has been misplaced for a long time.