Lyricism

Lyricism

I have a few empty chairs sitting next to me, one of which belongs to you

I have two Norwegian forest cats who go crazy in the yard every day

These lush grasses forget to be reserved. These waters keep reuniting.

The dusk makes the leaves get married, and the rainy night takes the fallen leaves to elope.

All these things are like loving each other for us.

Dusk

I don't want to listen to the rumors spread by the forest

gossip

In the spruce, I can still hear the rustling

And sighs in the leaves

The shadow still slips between the hesitation and the tree trunk

Go on your way. No one will meet us

Rosy twilight dreams along the silent hedges

The road moves slowly on, climbing carefully

Stopping to look back at the setting sun