When I write this, sometimes I feel as if I am writing about my feelings, but at this time it is expressed in a serialized form...
Those flowers, those birds, have disappeared in this approaching autumn...
All the years came to an end quietly, and I said goodbye...
So no one remembers anyone.
I no longer have any news from you, and you have no trace of me from now on.
Occasional encounters, sensual language, and sporadic good memories are all like fallen leaves in autumn, which have lost their former green juice and make a "squeaking" sound when stepped on, leaving behind veins that are desperately trying to stretch...
So, I have a reason not to think of you anymore..
A person, walking and stopping, crying; laughing; sleeping; waking up; time just blatantly took away one memory after another, rumbled over the already numb body, leaving one mottled pattern after another on the skin and the wall of the heart...
About the photos please.
Diary about love.
Picture album about friendship.
All in the cool breeze of October...
Pick them up one by one.
"Ah ah ah, who is shouting boredom..."
"Hahaha, who can guess everything..."
Everything is just speechless...
Everything seems inevitable...
"Pig, it's time to sleep..."
"Pig, I'm sleeping..."
"Huhu"
"Lulu"
"..."