[Tuileries Palace - M] Scribble on blue paper under the Eiffel Tower in Paris on the banks of the Sienne River when it's drizzling, poetry about me frozen, deeply embracing your warm embrace. I don't know what embraced me in the city with a cold shiver with the wind, even this tower is shrouded in a majestic mist but all the iron is frozen. Longing to fly away to the safety of distance, longing for the warmth of the sun.
[Montmartre, ★,°᪤꙳࡛࣪]There's also somewhere. "That's a boat, which goes back and forth on a cruise ship, and this is a freighter!" you said. Then where is the ship of the soul that is ready to dock at the pier of my heart? I said, and you burst out laughing. Then recite the lines of Baudelaire, or Rimbaud. Before the cold wind froze bones and flesh. Before death ends you and me, in this city.
[Montmartre, ★,°᪤꙳࡛࣪]There's also somewhere. "That's a boat, which goes back and forth on a cruise ship, and this is a freighter!" you said. Then where is the ship of the soul that is ready to dock at the pier of my heart? I said, and you burst out laughing. Then recite the lines of Baudelaire, or Rimbaud. Before the cold wind froze bones and flesh. Before death ends you and me, in this city.