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'Spider' More closely Weave it in a gentle way That's a double triple, too Don't let anything pass by Be trapped And then It waits as if it had been there​The ecstatic movement, If the vibration gets bigger  And the vibration gets stronger But  Hope it's not enough to rip it apart​Sometimes, Dark fog or morning dew Even if it's bright and shiny like a jewel Don't worry ! It's going to dry up soo..

'Wating' It is no stranger to newness There's always someone in front of you Or a bunch of terms are vague It starts with the expectation that it won't be long I try to look at it as if it's not there at all Like a habit, As always, my share is deep Consider what to fill with I enjoy the flow of passing  By with a small comfort of finding the cause Then I find that  There is not much time left b..

'Love'​I'm sorry that it will always be there​There's nothing​So it's showing up like a bolt out of nowhere​It's like cotton candy and it's sweet​It's sit down white, painfully, and tear it apart​It's so dark that can't handle it​In the air​In one's heart​The clouds​Take a place anywhere settling down​As it flows​Always dream calmly of the same place​Like a flash of green even in the brilliant s..

'Winter Leaves'​All through the winter​The tree spits out its shrunken breath​It was a great opportunity to shoot a tree sprout​A deep blue memory filled with​Ecstatic blooming and brilliant nuts​The time when it did all the reasons for existence​To be replaced by recollections​Around the time of winter when the wind blew​Even the passion that's become hard now​A tree branch sheds the rest of it..

'An unopened key' Newly made for fear of losing one's original form The key won't open So the key that's left seems ridiculous Why can't I open it What should I do It's ridiculous to be useless I try to find out if it's useful Then I think about it Treat the original as more precious Maybe there's a lot of other things I guess it's won't let me In a mysterious life If you can't see an inch ahead..

'River' Face each other again As if to be born  Dripping mist A small spring rises Into a valley brooks, into a stream As if two waters are connected And meet someone else in life It's following again Even when the white river is foggy Even when it flows strongly through the current It's can't stop or come back  It just flows Even if anyone stands in front of the river or next to it The river pa..