In those days my soul was wandering
I found myself in every object but shook my head again
I saw the atoms of the world and fell into
The atomic world
In the wind I heard your horn
I remember the wet sighs covered the road
In late autumn
The opened dilapidated giant umbrella
Still could not hide the tears
On London plane trees' faces
On a windless day the street was like
The worn tanner on the matchbox
People and Cars coming and going on it, just couldn't
Collided a little bit of spark
I was so angry as a balloon that day
When the wind blew, I finally set off
Broked the endless carings behind me
Pounce on the sky
Blue veins of the sky burst
Thunder rumbled in the throat
The person who threw a long line to make me
Feel impulse of the universe
Was leaving from me
A gray magpie stood in the wind
There was no return trip, I hold on to the wind
The gust of wind roared and tossed
Like a fierce horse
In the wind I heard my own horn
The creaking sound before the skeleton shattered
About the Creator
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