Vermillion
3.
Blurry, I was dreaming.
When I was young, I dreamed of playing outside with friends.
Innocent, looks like fun.
Was it a mess? The way I look running around.
Like rustle and sand.
It melted and disappeared.
White room.
I was looking out the window.
A bird with wings spreads its wings.
I just followed the trajectory in the blue sky with my eyes.
On a clean bed. Without even moving.
Without moving.
Gently close your eyes.
My vision stains blue.
A softly watery world.
My breath is not painful.
Soo (...) u (...) u (...) to the wind (...), out (...) come (...) and (...) i (...) ru (...).
I wasn't scared.
It sinks. Into myself.
Deep, deep...
†††
- For a while, I think I kept walking.
There was a mirror in front of me.
Nothing's showing, mirror.
No.
If I stare, I can see it.
It comes up.
Black hair, black eyes.
Exquisitely decorated leather armor.
Helmet with feather decorations.
On the waist is a single-handed servel, an arrow barrel.
And on the left hand side, a strong bow, painted with ju.
"…… it's me."
The pompous and grunting words, they did sound.
That and the moment you recognize it, it clearly takes shape.
Kay.
Once, I named myself.
And we lived together until now.
"…… my body (from)"
All the while, I put my strength into my fist.
Constantly contracting muscle movements.
Blood tide running through your body.
the blink of the nerve that spreads to the end.
Strong, feel it.
Soon, the mirror in front of me was gone.
Instead, the road is straight ahead.
No heart or my surroundings felt busy.
The appearance of a horse running around in good health or.
The look of a girl in a feather coat.
It's like a running light.
I hallucinated those shadows.
Let's go.
I don't care who you tell, squeal.
I took that step.