Rain like falling stars
While the night without a coat is cold
My shoes are like fish floundering in puddles
Length of the asphalt road is getting further after the covid 19 umbrella
I approached the electricity pole that was kept awake
While persuading "go to sleep all of you,make all the street lights go out, let the moon rest so that tomorrow the sun is kinder to us who are easily angry"
And to the night I guard with prayer
So that tomorrow morning will no longer be a grave for every consciousness.

© b3y5151