The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place.
Is it a weakness， yours for narcotics？
The trees levitate and become mountains.
You stand in the water inside a melancholy boulder.
Now you're a flying sandwich.
编辑：chaxungu时间：2022-10-13 02:58:16分类：英语诗歌
The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place.
Is it a weakness， yours for narcotics？
The trees levitate and become mountains.
You stand in the water inside a melancholy boulder.
Now you're a flying sandwich.