Towards salvation
I don't forget as I walk into the unknown
I recover myself from among this rubble
Then I feel like I have overcome isolation
Turn off the darkness with a distant sigh
Only when my eyes intend to do the guttering
I'm trying to survive... from drowning
I empty my chest and return the threshingfloor of sighs to the field
And so that the scarecrow of the field will not be afraid
I hug her, and the birds are startled
I intend to forget my many names
But my photos have a blurry effect
My eyes were washed with sun saliva
And my friend at night, he did not ask me why I did this
The departed are always beautiful
By way of forgetfulness, you find them not nodding
They show up for the simplest things
In the string, the foam, and the hoarseness of the flute
And in your voice, but they never come back
Purple roses are always hurtful
That's why when I call him I bleed
As for the question of the dead, we are still lost
They did not tell us about the faces of angels and how many wings they have