The heart of vacuum standing
in the middle of a sand tornado
of the desert
without an oasis

Don't be banished
pass through
never avoid or sweep away
The merciless human savages

When January comes
you make empty promises
You hold on to the passing years
and confess once more
You follow your promises
for one day,
two days,
three days,
imagining the success of Stop
Like combed hair,
following the wind
fallen leaves
and snowflakes,
dust in your heart scatters
Gather the scattered promises
and send out nine promises
Popcorns pouring into your lips
With signs of the end
of those crazy guys.

i discovered
lightless
no color
brittle
angular
diamonds......

in those days
i really needed it

not
now know

will it ever be?
an old friend.

literary fate is the nickname for practice amount.

the way to happiness
than happiness itself
be more beautiful.

iiii
don't even know
the name,
love's gallop
colors my poems
with just one color,
to recover
to spring
to eruption
to falling
heavy snowy.......cleaning.