Chapter 23 a piece of grass
We agreed not to touch the past,
Just to say hello.Only enjoy the grass.
So the rest are relics.
Time no longer turns into pollen.
Moths don't have to light candle tears.
No need for sunshine.
There are still hungry horses ringing bells.
belongs to immediate
The only thing is a piece of fragrant grass with endless green.
The rest are old ways.
The rest are rural wells.