MEEKNESS

The square is you, the oval is her​

The bud is you, the face is its existence​

Where there are people, there are leaves​

There are no ruins, only whole buildings

Ask me or ask them

What are tears

Sweetness is the proverb of a song

Ask her, she’ll be cast down

In the footsteps of the night

Your close friend has given their answer

For a moment

Humanity has evolved ​

Yongjing

^The Article of Nature^