Eyes washed clean by nightmares, cold and transparent.
In hell, survive or perish?
The afternoon sun shines in the almond-shaped eyes of a girl in love for the first time.
The broad arms that embrace you are rotten pus or a port of anchorage?
I inherited my mother, and you continued my hopes.
It would be nice if it could be discovered earlier,
If I had reached out earlier, would I have reached your hand?
You are the spreading moonlight. I long to be redeemed and brightly lit.
Her transparent eyes were so clean and clear.
My transparent eyes were lost in a nightmare.
Intention: Maybe don't fall in love?