lies
2025年8月1日
Scavengers
2025年8月1日

The laughter of every golden flower

is a silent melody that I can understand.

A lingering whisper.

Let me chew on the notes of freedom.

They say my eyes reflect the stars and the sea.

But that’s just a subtle twinkle

The real starlight is hidden in my heart.

In every quiet corner it expresses its passion.

I love the gentle soil

My gentle steps don’t disturb a blade of grass or a tree.

Touching the pulse of life

Searching for the meaning of my existence in the universe

When we learn to be as soft as the wind

Let the greenness of this land last forever.

We don’t think about where it will end.

And never take away a single colour.

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