You wear red glasses. I wear blue glasses. Then we see different worlds come up in hustle and bustle. Perfect love could be said like a picture of childhood. The pure color makes the Di-Das of clock disappear. Surely you will approach another magnet. Green vines cannot help curling upward to the windows. If we pile up the bricks endlessly, you may almost see the figure of universe. It’s unknown whether love could be extended like this. And what is beyond the extension, all-inclusion or all-exclusion? Travelling in inclusion or exclusion while forgetting oneself, has he ever thought it might be the giant that Quixote has never touched with his spear. He turns back, he gets hurt by the edges of bricks. He throws the net, he misses the beautiful stars which fades away. Something wriggles in the dream. A rainbow appears by the edge of sky. Sunshine clears up everything. We only hear the footsteps of the dust.
Perfect love could be said like a picture of childhood. The pure color makes the Di-Das of clock disappear. Surely you will approach another magnet. Green vines cannot help curling upward to the windows.
If we pile up the bricks endlessly, you may almost see the figure of universe. It’s unknown whether love could be extended like this. And what is beyond the extension, all-inclusion or all-exclusion?
Travelling in inclusion or exclusion while forgetting oneself, has he ever thought it might be the giant that Quixote has never touched with his spear. He turns back, he gets hurt by the edges of bricks. He throws the net, he misses the beautiful stars which fades away.
Something wriggles in the dream. A rainbow appears by the edge of sky. Sunshine clears up everything. We only hear the footsteps of the dust.