【Blooming on my chest】
Misery divides my soul
I picked up a piece of debris to fill my heart
Then
Cultivate it with my thoughts as soil
I feed it with my dreams
Decorate it with my silent desire Finally it blossomed into a rose It belongs to me
My blood, my love
It doesn't belong to me
It is an impossible delusion and a sin that keeps me awake.

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To Kill the Living Art

Fly My Wings

融化的蓝色

幻想与现实

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忧郁美学吗，我倒是觉得我自己的诗文都带着强烈的忧郁与美，或者有时候只偏重其中的一方，本想着分享一篇，但始终找不到完美的，忧郁是藏在字里的，当想着找到它的时候，它似乎已经完全消散了