Nauhchij

/风筝 断了线/

kite,

been a few centuries I

didn’t get my hands to hold you

with a line of line

..

it was..

simply peaceful..

silence winds..

a little pure happiness..

so lovely..

---

a day called that day,

I get my hands holding the favorite

royale chocolatE

and sitting beside the stage

while tasting the arts of the dancing round shapes..

hmm..

the temperature the happiness the arts free my mind by little a little

and so, curved my lips for a little moments

some thoughts as guests

hmm..

I’m standing at the middle of the stage

yeah standing..not moving..means freezing..?

its cold

and I was standing too long, even stepping behinds

I need a little air for a little breath

because the fading confidence was threatening me

hmm..

nevermind.. cut it off

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kite,

when it got itself flown up high to the sky..

it was..

..

but when it got itself break up with its partner’s hands..

it was..

..

both are beautifuL though..

whatever, cheerS!

enD.