Salon music only for me, I breath in the lump in my throat
and spit out a white breath
Fairy tales, just like a dream. A story like mouthwash.
I spit it out immediately!
The 17th step, the time I walked here demands stability
I wonder if it's settling down
Real + some dreams
= beyond, that innocuous way of walking is fine.
Innocuously in the style of a swallow
Selfishly I want to fly to a green springtime
The swallow flies, to the green spring, painted with fatigue
In other words,
Something within me has flown off
The parched morning, the cold air,
My trembling lungs warn me now
I breath in
I want to try living like a swallow
I want to remember your voice
Is this kind of greed ok?
Sooner or later, I will, in the style of a swallow
Selfishly I want to fly to a green springtime
Uneasiness is curling around my legs as I walk
Above my extended hand, looking up at the sky
The swallow flies, to the green spring, painted with fatigue
In other words,
Something inside me has flown off