Love:
My love is strong-willed
I look at the time
as I wait by the bus stop.
“Love”
Love can be painful
I rest through the night
Sweet dreams my mother
Winter lasted long
Then the spring came, suddenly
Always come around
Keep things inside and closer
That is a circle
“OINK, OINK”, goes the pig
There is only silence now…
The pig is bacon.
Taught to love all, but
I ask myself what value
does that place on love?
The death of Autumn
In a world of one color
I.
Our past still haunts me.