I MISS
In the pseudo room silent
Spying on last memories
The heart is longing
Poor
Quiet
All the time
Day and night shackled
Spreads inflamed in the heart
ABOUT MY TASTE
My acts are unreadable
itemitemou always ignore it
Looked face-to-face
taste
Your pen scratches are common to you
It does not matter
Ink only
Vain
Now the soul feels tired
Follow you directionlessly
Ego alone
The foundation
I want to lie down
Stop all steps
Throwing anxiety
Restless
But I can not
Your shadow dominates the heart
My love for you
Mindful
I wish I could
I'm asking you
Teach me
Forgetting you