Lynne

The black goat murmured
Descending from the white line
The rust-colored train departed

Next to me, a cat asked
Where are you heading?
My heart quickly tightens

Touching my red wrist
I alone gently touch the sleeping grass
Drinking the rusted water
At the next station

Again and again, love
The returning train is nowhere to be found
Teach me, ring ring ring
I heard a voice, feeling uneasy

The withered flower murmured
I don't feel it, I don't feel it
My heart is sorrowful, ashes

When the cicadas fall silent
Under the red wires that bloomed
Entering is prohibited, kicking away
The shadow of the bamboo broom spills

Not seeing, not seeing, not seeing
I'm searching for my thoughts
Teach me, ring ring ring
Where does the life of the silent phone go?

Boiling, boiling, sensation
It's not here, it's not here
It becomes left, it becomes right
The sound of the crossing bell from the cold

The crow says, the crow says
Surely, I can't go back to that time
You have become distant

Again and again, love
The never-ending ring
Hold it tight

Goodbye, ring ring ring
That day, I became an adult

Constantly thinking of the two of us
Without taking back the fallen words
Goodbye, ring ring ring
The spinning sensation of the revolving sensation
Walking alone in sorrow