Chapter 7 red sailboat

red sailboat ruins everywhere The road, how to extend from the foot A street lamp that slides into the pupil Get out, it's not a star i don't want to comfort you on trembling maple leaves full of lies about spring sunbird from the tropics did not fall on our tree And behind the forest fire It's just a dusty evening If the earth is already frozen let's face the heat to the sea If reefs were the image of our future let's face the sea towards the sunset no, longing to burn is longing to be reduced to ashes And we just want to sail quietly you have long loose hair

I have arms, hold them up straight