Thinking open its mouth like a baby
Sucking dusk with birds returning nest
Hopes to swallow
The sun which is diving down the mountain
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The Scenery Out The Window
Thinking open its mouth like a baby
Sucking dusk with birds returning nest
Hopes to swallow
The sun which is diving down the mountain
When night is coming, my heart
grow into black seaweed
mad seaweed mad sway
sways to escape from the suffocating sea-bed
The bright moon rises up in the east
I grasp the curviform moon
Hunging in the air
Listen out
For the song of mermaid