The word love seems to have various forms
To catch him unawares
Like a knife cutting
Polyps and heartache
I see you are indifferent
The heart becomes ashes. . .
False name
As for the heart -
Cold cold cold. . . .
Laughing idiot talks about dreams in the clouds
In the end it's just empty existence?
Trembling. . .
There is only one wish left in my heart: fingers intertwined, following each other like a shadow