Loneliness floats in the air. Silent. No thoughts. No shadow. Tasteless.
Whose heart is pale and feeble? Still a broken soul.
The singer has no songs.
Is it possible to follow the refreshing freedom like a butterfly?
Or is it the same as a rose?
It is always others who are hurt.
Rainbow tears are a sad reminder. Whoever touched whomever.
I miss you most, my fragrant yarn dance.