Magical Intercourse

A colorful bird flew over the gray sky. Its color was enough to scratch the outer layers of flesh. The colorful magic was like a surging river, falling on the hard and smooth dark jade. "Pap-tat-tat-tat" is the fierce collision between colloid and solid, forced to fall, successful waiting, helpless acceptance, and helpless anger turning into endless nothingness and becoming a joyful smile that no one knows the sadness inside. Squirming, drifting, invading, and controlling, each pair of wings is longing for the sky, but the bird stands on its feet and shows a smile on the tip of its beak that cannot be stained by ordinary days. I have a pair of eyes, but I can't see the flow of people. I have a pair of ears, but I can't hear the singing. Fortunately, I have hands that can knit colorful sweaters, touch the clusters of blue leaves, and feel the warm and mute water solution when the magic flows, turning into dreamy bubbles in my hands, slowly bursting and popping. Even so, the magic is still gentle, as long as I slowly push the clouds away, slowly... Push them away. The gray color will be dyed with beautiful and pleasant colors by the ever-during sun with its rapid beating ripples, making the sky full of liberating magic! !