drithanne

[drithanne]

[drithanne]

[drithanne]

"My child

He was silent, lonely

He was deep but he also talked a lot

My child

He died on a winter night

It was covered with pine trees

was hanging

he died

On a winter evening at Jiuzhaigou stream

It was silent, it was shaky

Didn't call anyone

it was ivy

He didn't remember anything

He was silent, silent until the last moment. He shouted a lot.

My child, he is dead

It was a winter night

It was Jiuzhaigou stream

it was him

He was the one who died, the one who killed was Gloom, he used to draw the shapes of snowflakes

He even forgot his own name

He was afraid of horse carriages He was a coward, he was reluctant

He was a murderer, he would have been a murderer if he had lived

He was my child, my steam

I saw it, I didn't recognize it, it was gone

He was afraid of sounds

He was afraid of his name being called. It was very loud.

If it was 29 or 30

He was my child

He shouted a lot, he was quiet

It was wet, it was red

It was a winter night

He hung himself on the ceiling, in the sky. It was my child who died in Jiuzhaigou stream

Couldn't find, couldn't find

Waited for 29-30 years, the stream dried up

The pine trees are gone, they are all gone Snowflakes lost their shape It was a corpse, it was a shadow, it was abstract

That was my poor child who died in Jiuzhaigou stream

He was my only participant"

[drithanne]

His eyes were too tired to try anything, too fearful to dare to dream. He only loved people who didn't fit into the mold, and he wanted to surpass himself.

[drithanne]

it's about something. sometimes thoughts become too much to think about. in the end, we're left with ourselves. and we talk to him/her even if he/she is our enemy. when this becomes a habit, we try to go back. sometimes it's too late.