The teacher-student love story, which is not quite a teacher-student thing, simply came from a dream I had last night. I woke up with tears streaming down my face, so I wanted to record it in the hope that someone would like it, even if only a few people would like it.
If you must confess to the world
I think it must be said
is your shadow
I secretly took it away
used to fabricate a
A beautiful dream that is easy to wake up from
Use short sentences, neurotic, incomplete sentences, mantra-like patchwork.
A complete life of flesh and blood, love, hate and hatred
Entanglement of desire and desire
Eat it up with a knife
My stomach, my guts, my mind
everything until
You called my name again
The flowers are green and the trees are red
The sky is purple and the soil is pink
Water drops are blue and sheep are orange
You condense all kinds of colors
But speechless gray
Long syllables crawl through every inch of your body
Do you hear that?
That is my non-stop murmuring
I love you