Look up
Look at the blue sky
pointing at white clouds
Recalling our past in the green grass
Only
Where do we go now
There are different “sounds” everywhere!
Just in front
The plump and tender angel is facing the mirror in front of her eyes
And what fell to the ground?
Dry bones, time, raindrops, air-conditioning—
It will all be returned to the stars
Who’s going to be here to see the rabbits?
Who knows!
The diminutive nameless bird seems to be busy celebrating the world in autumn
And we went further and further.
“2+2”
