What do you want
From your pure life?
All days recount
Asks, breeds your kife.
Where is your wife,
Who speaks about:
This kife is knife,
Kick her night cloud.
Her lonely kiss
Smells like spring forest,
Where we see this,
A time before us.
All speech recount
Can does not worry,
My answer wants
Remake a story.
My aft lines feet
Go love, no fear,
So all you need,
You‘ll find it, dear.
