This way, it was this way, it happened
I could not run along the river.
Your face floats like a skylamp.
Halfway rainbow was broken.
How did it happen?
I became transgenic by the kiss of death.
This was my victory, I surrendered the cushion.
You sleep in my arms.
Again, I will wander in the graveyard
where my angel was sleeping.
This is my last letter in the month of November
Now the scent will be buried in snow.