Stars falling inside the reincarnation

My life is a reins

Precious is just full of stars

My age is a night screen

Cute is just hiding and singing

Singing of the stars

Are you just mourning the reincarnation?

The sticky words on the transparent glue are some of my past. I have been sleeping in my memories for a long time, dreaming of the days when the stars are very real; but the dreams belong to the past, even if the dream belongs to the future, isn’t it? So fantasy. Simply fantasizing the next reincarnation, the second round of life in the circle. I raised my face and saw the twinkling stars and the moonlight that was clear, but without the moon, there was no circle and lack of talk.

I am a crow, that winter is the beginning of my second life. I don't understand why the white season gave me black feathers, and the shadow of the shackles hurt my throat. The screaming of "Yeah" confuses the air and becomes crying.

But the monotonous life quickly made me get used to myself.

Maybe my fate is very bad, but I have always lived very real and simple. And all day and night, I am so optimistic about the meaning of life I can't afford, even though my singing makes me embarrassed - people treat me as a bad thing, and my advice is a curse - so embarrassing.

And I know that this is just a black offer.

Head up, side eyes, and suddenly see the stars flashing.

I couldn't help but call it: "Yeah----" The night sky is very embarrassing, and the joy is just a star shining at me. I also want to smile, laugh, and even laugh like stars. But I don't know.

In the winter night, there was no warm night, I was isolated on the bare branches, watching my own projections continually chilling, so I flew back to the nest. The biting cold wind made me sleepless. On a long cold night, I counted the stars in the sky until the Venus also disappeared, and then said good night to myself.

There is an old man under the tree. He is a donkey. The old man curls up at the edge of the tree and struggles at the end of the lifeline. Life is a line segment with two endpoints. The starting point is very happy, but the end is not necessarily. After a few cold winds, the old man finally died in trembling, but his body did not tremble. Is this happiness in sadness? I circled the old man for a few laps and then whispered: "Yeah----" Then the passer-by who walked below said, "Damn crow."

In fact, I am not mourning the elderly?

I vaguely heard the singing of the stars and sang the reincarnation of the old man.

The shadows of the stars swayed in the old man's alum, and finally fell on his reincarnation, and the old man's eyes were dull.

This is my second round, but I haven't come to an end yet. I know this is concentrated and concentrated in a twinkling star.

I am a crow, when I walk to the second end of the line, that is the second death of my life, and the third start of life. I know that the only thing that falls in the reincarnation is the shadow of the stars.

Starry. Hey.

Close your eyes and wait for the next round.