My dream never wakes up at a happy moment, and does not allow any room for intoxicating aftertaste. It just sinks, sinks...
Who is willing to plunge into the filthy mud and rescue me, is it you? Can you be my friend? I thought carefully, but didn't dare to say a word. I just need a little warmth, is that okay? May I?
"You are very suitable for sitting on a swing full of sunshine and smiling lightly." He said this, with his slightly raised face facing the sun. What a beautiful picture...