Pupa

I don't know myself

Will turn the butterfly, or the moth

Only hidden in the years of the years

Curving in sections, stretching again

I don't even know that I am a pupae

It's just too lonely at night

Use one bend to the month of the string

Splashing the smell of love in the treetops

All pupae can't hold back the collision in the bottom of the heart

Before dawn

Climb up the branches and take off their destiny clothes

Every wrinkles that expose emotions

蛾, butterfly, moth, and cicada or other

Between love and loss of love

Never think about coming and returning

The new life of the new life, the decaying decay

2024.05.02 Night