I sat on the old grass, ...
wild winds blowing on the sidelines,...
Spread the wings of young locusts are reluctant to fly high.
Shed a tear....
Washing the pollen, which is immature...
Matured liver is not removed.
He's gone nowhere...
Dusk getting closer ...
Let me stay here ...
Even though I know, I will not find the warmth of certainty ....
My love comes from an endless void ...😯😢