Don’t talk to a dog in a raining day
It’s raining, cold, Midnight Street
The sound of TV show with smell of noodle
A dog wander
He just finished the reading
He collects bones, research it, finds the meaning of it
He’s worried about the traditional of dogs, getting lost
They’re so worried about me walking into darkness
I follow the instruction, still cross the line
There’s something under my feet, see, it’s sand
I step on sand, Should I step back?
I walked out, and walked in, again
I can see the line in the dark
The sand falls, I can’t see the line
Only me and the little light
The sound of myself
Close my eyes, I see Guernica in Chicago
Don’t cry, my dear
It’s here and everywhere
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