(from "The Beggar And The Virtue") They Handed Coins To The Beggar.

(from "The Beggar and the Virtue") They handed coins to the beggar.

They greeted him friendly and smiled.

As the beggar smiled together,

they turned away, went elsewhere.

They visited the virtue who was sick.

They gave the virtue words of consolation.

They were truly heartbroken, wanted to add good faith.

The virtue made a confession of his own life

and they also spoke of their own virtue.

The virtue thanked them.

The beggar didn't understand their virtue,

so he cut off his tongue, threw it at them.

The beggar felt a sense of loss, but they showed disgust.

The beggar couldn’t see the virtue’s face.

(from "The Color Theory") I'd rather open my eyes, look at the light and bring the paper back which I threw it far away savor the childish splendor I couldn't understand why they were getting so upset

(from "Blue Blood") I loathe people who raise their voice only when they're in the crowds. They have the red blood, which simmers only in the dark. And you have to face them almost every night, unless you have the sufficient territory. In front of your tiny tight place, they resonate with the vulgarity and cruelty of life, always spitting their red blood. It's like a real hell, honestly.

(from "Inside of the Lush Forest") you were just lying in there as a body you were just lying in there with silent breaths you were just lying in there with silent breaths, trembling with fear from a sign of someone you were just lying in there with silent breaths, being disgusted with the world and melting into the earth you were just lying in there with silent breaths, taking a peaceful nap you just arbitrarily lied down in there and rolled around, crushing all kinds of wild flowers you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by bees, a grasshopper and a mantis and cried like a kid you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by a snake and dying in vain you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were sleeping peacefully until the middle of the night.

(from "The Last Poetry")

The scene was literally being exploded with rage

and the darkness was so murky as to make an ominous color.

Eventually, she pushed the opponent away

and as the door closed, she laid back in bed

and took an unsightly posture.

She seemed to be trying to sleep.

The artificial rays disappeared along with the opponent,

but the murky colored darkness remained in the place.

(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant