Hakkımda:
Collapsing on top of the cold grass
I want to hide my burning body
These mid-winter constellations are my lovers
I have been waiting all this time
My mood today is the highest
Like the sky that has no despair nor hope
I want to be translucent
If we do not meet, we won’t fight
With no chance for disillusionment
What version of myself makes me happy?
Like the sky that has no success nor failure
I want to be translucent
Take off my coat and step inside
With no beginning and no end
This day we call today, I’d like to live with grace
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