The boy who read crooked poems freely
When you see someone you like, your ears will turn red
Talent never made him arrogant
When the nine forces roar and rush in the spine,
He nailed his laughter into the earth
Thinking about it
Forged into a beam that supports the sky
The day the sky fell
He bent down silently
Protect all the lights of first encounter behind you
With my best friend who had a broken rib
and the support of the world
Planting fragments of the world back to early spring
