Theater

One

Outside the play, he said goodbye to the rain on his body, outside the street is unbearably sharp.

TWO

Two men on stage mating. Passing by the gale blowing piano

No one asks for the same ending, either the bomber or the spring rain.

Clothed with the city, in and out of the incessant Shinkansen, witnessing a white-headed man

falling from the sky. Mysterious as a pendulum, it is not immune to the fate of corrosion

The day of escape is near, you take off all the newspaper clippings

Into the sea, let the shells moisten your body, and wait-

A mirage of life and death ......

Three

The spring dream remains the same. The rolled up small ticket can't stir up my heart of conflict

The green house is too small, the gale of silence cannot roll

Cries scattered all over the city, a rainstorm in the streets of the labyrinthine village.

Children, boys and girls, walk to the shrine for the annual meeting

The ending is like this: the world is intoxicated in a memoir of the eighties

The ladies get into bed and swing with the spring breeze

Who cares about fate?

IV

The first prize of the Big Lottery visits this primary home. The tools are a silence

Everyone is watching - a cicada chirps away. Silence is a tool

When he does die, no one will care

What part of the city he lived in when he was alive and the shooting star crossed

Look what they wished for: death by accident tomorrow

Clear weather, world destruction, world peace, mankind

live forever, humans die forever.

Five

Clutching the piano in my hands, the sun was strong

I had noticed a dark, human-shaped haze. The female voice of the theater sounded again

"May you be happy forever, and then may you be silent forever. Leave the audience and remember to bring your umbrella."