Is it the morphines?

Here comes my naked soul

Beauty or decay

A pair of dead doves

Bright hair about the bones

Cheap wine through veins

雨落的月夜

没有风月

只有枫叶林

吹落的雪

This knife looks like a cake

Chips fall where they may

On your laps, that is to say

I hear shadow speaks

Moon on a stage made for fools

Can’t fall in love with love itself

Can’t trip over anything else

So together, we fell

刘海吹乱了风

夏天来了又走了

就是在这样的一天

为仙子着了魔

Fake Rondeau is full of shades:

The world is full of shades

Full of people throwing shades

Passion, on paper paper

Silly sketches

Pink highlighter

Everyone is horrendously happy

Wheat, Women and Wine

It’s raining cheese down the sky

I’m a gummy bear I smoke weed

I wake at night and sleep at day

I come to class, I eat my lunch

I go to the library~

On Wednesday we wore Pink

Shouldered peppermoth ink