Mr. L is the younger brother of my best friend, an out-and-out straight man.
I am a 18-line singing blogger who loves all things nihilistic and romantic. I occasionally share the love poems I have been reading recently.
He always calls me "the king of acid poetry".
Not to be outdone, I called him a "wood pile."
He looks a bit awesome and I kind of like him.
So I shamelessly moved into my best friend's house and successfully infiltrated the inside.
The wooden pile seemed like the reincarnation of Fahai, and it couldn't be moved no matter what.
But one day when I was pretending to sleep.
I heard him whisper in my ear:
"Alles und ich sind absurdes Schweigen, und ich vermisse dich in diesem Moment"
Mr. L went to pour water.
I looked out the window.
The spring is cold and cold, yellow-green flower buds hang tremblingly on the branches, and tiny snow particles fall from the eaves.
Footsteps sounded and I closed my eyes again.
This idiot must not know that I took German as an elective in college.
A warm and moist feeling rested on his forehead.
I hear the sound of everything growing.
Spring is coming.
The dull trees also bloomed.
Demining Highlights:
*The entire text is narrated in the first person, so read with caution! ! !
*No prototype/HE/not the author's own story
*The German copy is translated from Pessoa's love poem "My Heart Is Late"
Intention: happy things
