before us
path we don't want to take
faces we don't want to see
things we don't want to do
over there
in the sad events
what is the meaning of life
in them?

In front of the bank
on the marble staircase
a blind boy
with all his fingers cut off
with his right hand
clutching a dented basket
and bend at the waist and continue

A slender woman holding parasol
passes in front of him
and spat out gum
and tosses him a bill

In the distance
a boy watching from a distance
quietly approaches
and leaves
after placing a single coin inside it

In an alleyway
for a long time
while his head down
and whistling a tune
disappears.

Immature
I lean on my cell phone
and type and breathe
smiling
crying
while drinking memories
excited and
and purify the air of the world.

unable to see dark shadows
cannot hear the sound of pain
does not dream of a rose-colored future
always waves hands
like waves on the ocean.

In the nighttime streets
of a no-man's land
Those lonely events
hold in two hands
pour them into the blanket
watching closely
the eyelight of history.

turtles
lazy
who can blame?

they are
praised
even when it loses.

all Night
drink overflowing glasses
of Whiskey
outside the cart bar
blowing up
Tantrum with the cigarette smoke
turn around and going home
follow us to the end
sleeping together
our story.