"September 20, Autumn, Drizzle" three songs

"June 17, Fictional Old Man"

Suppose my teeth are old and I have learned

Simple words like "shut up, be quiet, dream".

Just a little homophony and a rusty knife

It was me and a fish in the house

My chest opened, and in turn there were lilies,

Yam with broken glass, which reminds me of cracked stones

You walk before me

Your back is sour, which can reduce inflammation and relieve pain

"Every step of my way" is not good,

He removed it from the poem and put it on a plate

The man next door, let's call you Sue first

Hazy and full of imagination, I know you only yearn for her

I walked up the stairs, evening on my shoulder

The sun is shining like ash

Beasts of the Plains

I was running, and I remember lights in the distance

It lit up my eyes, and the wind and dust shimmered like a starry sky

Someone is in the distance, yes, alone

It is better to bite his neck or let him bleed, it is better to compromise a little

My hair stood on end in the wind

The hunter behind him raised his gun, "Is life that makes you hesitate?" ”

I wash my fangs in the rain

That moonlit person, I just want to rip her chest open

Look at her, if there is a soul shining

Or only internal organs, blood and chemicals

Autumn was behind me, and the forest was gone, as if

Never existed, I heard, a woman's scream

My claws sank into the dirt

I touched the ancestors of my fathers, and my bleeding chest

September 20, Autumn, Drizzle

I wanted to invent some action and also wanted to get away from the city

The rain passes through the wall, and the years are like ink,

I saw people in the distance and seemed to be thinking

"Hi, this fall" Why are people missing

The dust began to fall, and I remembered the curtains

It has not been repaired yet, but the wounds of the soul must be healed

Heart-to-heart distance must be maintained

I'm on the road, thinking of autumn rolling back and forth

Remembering the dead through the white mist

The dark blue night fell on the runway

Chased by the rain, what should I do, light a cigarette

See how the clouds burn, in the evening, swayed by emotions,

The next game of chess, outside the window, autumn is just passing by

September 3, Unknown

If you don't understand, you can look for me

Many people go about their lives by rubbing the floor with their hands

Leaning against the stove, the bodies lean towards each other and gently rub them

Or stick your tongue out and test the taste of the times

It's not alcohol and exhaust gases yet, the rain is drifting into the distance

I've thought about remodeling the body

caused by trains and tablets, the brain is decorated

Mountains and drizzle, with white vinegar and sulfur on your hands,

Oh, such a sentence is good,

Just write it down and put it in the corner of your dream

You're putting your memories back into the leaves, and the night seems to be

What to say, my eardrums, beaten by words

The wound on my back didn't feel anything

Just sprinkle some salt, Sims, Snow