It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.
Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.
It never occurred to me to say no.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.