I called my daughter on the bedside at my dying moments. "Come over here." "Yes, Dad." "Come, you." "Yes." "You have become a nice girl." "Thank you, Dad." "There are things to tell you." "What something ... Dad?" "Actually," "Yes." "You are not my real daughter." "... ..." "We are not connected with blood." "... … Continue reading Blood Connection
Dolls gathered From all over the world Beautiful make-up on each neat face With gorgeous costumes Graceful dolls Beautiful dolls Pretty dolls Cute dolls Pleasant dolls Good dolls Very lovable Small ladies Although There are even life-size mannequins The wonderful ball for dolls Although No one dances
The sky in the city is violently clipped out. High-rise buildings overlooking to despise. From the perspective of them, are we ants that crawl on the ground? At first, it seemed like spitting skyscrapers threw up. I noticed something fell down from directly above. At the moment of collision, I found it to be a … Continue reading All Right?
If I floated on the lake The snow has fallen It is white Fluffy Like a dream It was very beautiful That muddy sky Nevertheless This white snow Even if I float on the lake I feel warm
As a boy was falling on the roadside, I picked it up for the time being. "Look, please talk something." "Miss, you are beautiful." Oh, it's been pretty well trained. "You were thrown away, what is the owner?" "died." It's nice. It makes me cry. "Are you hungry?" "Yup." "Do you want to eat this?" … Continue reading The Fallen Boy
That's why I objected. It is precisely crazy that you are hunting rabbits on the moonlit night. Even so, rude you carry a hunting gun and you left the house with a flat face. A big crescent moon rose above the mountain in a blueish lieish night sky and was laughing like crazy. You were … Continue reading Rabbit Hunting at Moonlit night
Every day, I dig a hole a little under the floor. It is a hole to escape from prison. I am impressed that I dig a well. After the hardship, I finally escaped from jail. But when I go outside, I do not feel like digging holes anymore. Of course. Because there is no point … Continue reading Prison’s a Hole