Fabrication
FabricationThe expedition road dies. Even the smile is spilt. It is necessaryIt doesn't think at all. The hand is shut and eyes are shut additionally. It has become an idol. Aiming at you and a warm soilEven thanks on the death : like doing. Does not a nostalgic song fall?I wanted to throw common tears. We were passed. That moment is ascertainedIt is given up that I become poetry. Spring that dances you in the sky and threw it awayAhead of thatWhat being possible to spell means. The expedition road dies. You become like the fragment. AfterwardsWhether it carved or it flowed backward is not understood. While suddenly listening to a nostalgic songIt lies in the room where the light was turned off. Then, in springBe only in spring for a long time ..playing... From that spring to this springTo the way of the footplate of the extending passageEnd ..most memories... I am called back to hollowness at one time. The expedition road goes by Shin. The train goes in Kon between daybreaks. At last without touching the dreamThe spring of the separation came. It is possible to think of the warmth of the hand. It is possible to think only of the warmth of the hand. You become only a hand. The expedition road dies.
出産・子育て
ファッション
美容・コスメ
健康・ダイエット
生活・インテリア
料理・食べ物
ドリンク・お酒
ペット
趣味・ゲーム
映画・ＴＶ
音楽
読書・コミック
旅行・海外情報
園芸
スポーツ
アウトドア・釣り
車・バイク
パソコン・家電
そのほか
すべてのジャンル
