Letter...
How beautiful was the letter of
Yato, how beautiful was the letter of Yato, how beautiful it was
, I read each line three times
, then I pasted it on an
unfolded notebook,
how beautiful it was, how fragrant the letter was, it smelled
of razor flowers, your words still tasted of the
fragrance of autumn, you
had said that it was strange,
my heart misses you too, the sunset is sad
for me, the
sunrise is faint with me,
I liked it, how much wisdom
I liked, how much wisdom I felt
from the present. I didnt ask,
but from behind the frame,
how soon did you realize my yellow nostalgia, the
yellow jasmine
was praying for you last night, he
was thirsty and you werent, and he was begging the birds, you
had said that you still have a common pain because of the absence of rain, you still have a common pain
, so that you want to have an anemone thirsty for
roses full of cracks,
your distance has given me the
distance, which is not small between us,
no one in his time and fortune is as unmarked and ambiguous as we are. Your
mind is here in the pot, in
front of the eyes of my dreams,
you put yourself in my place, you put
yourself in my place
, your heart burned, I am lonely, I
have lived in this city for many years with your picture
, I have quenched my thirst for months with one or two short calls, but at the end of the day, how much should I sit down
, a clear letter, something
dry flower between this paper to hang on to it,
write
two or three lines of yourself from this letter. Brief, only list
, only this time
, please send me a new photo
, write about yourself from this letter
, two or three brief lines, only a list,
only this time, please
send me a new photo.
