January 26, 2021
My country is broken, / Mountains and rivers remain / In the city, grasses / Spread their roots
My country is broken, / Mountains and rivers remain / In the city, grasses / Spread their roots
Upon entering a shrine, it seems to hold ghosts / The belly of an abbess suggests pregnancy / Behind a heavy curtain, the suggestion of people
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