Drown
Twilight The echoes of the ethereal become silent.
I am drowning.
I am lost in a world of dancing moonlight bugs.
I, who seem to be sinking.
In the nebulous night, my heartbeat melts into the ethereal night.
The lights of poetic sentiment are reflected in the night.
The sound of eating. The echoing, ten percent noise.
The personal feelings of transparency that flee, stunned by the stunned vitality.
The artistic sense imitates the subtlety that called the nameless flower poison.
The infallible love is bothersome.
Everything in the world is bothersome.
It remained until the end.
I am the work of art, the beat of my heart and the fragrance of the flowers resonate with each other. A bouquet of broken flowers scattered, petals.
The life that is swaying and flowing is a warning to the world. A warning to the world.
Let it end, let it end.
The ghostly echoes become silent.
Lost in a world of dancing moonlight bugs, I sink.
Dissolved. Dissolved. Dissolved.
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