Everyone is stuck in the mud and struggling to heal themselves
Pre-collection of "Red Rose"
"You're alright?"
"Don't come, I'll be fine."
Young people love to write about mountains, seas, summer fireworks and the eyes of their lovers.
And the few words I chewed over and over again were written on the yellowish page.
Pantothenic love.
She was as determined as the day I last saw her, like the last red rose burning in the sea under the scorching sun.
The sour green plums rotted in the mud, like poor-quality oil paint, giving off a rotten smell, and now it is spring again, and the earth is set ablaze.
"Love is an eternal possibility
my rose
my muse
Mountains and seas in my writing
my...
"Center of the world"
Intention: growth