How happy I am to see you. The spring has come.
Here.
Pure and romantic.
Oh.
Just a singing girl.
She turns and leaves for nothingness.
She goes to nothingness.

Never come back? But what do I have in this cold and worshipped city?

I just promise that this summer will be unusual. And imprudent.

Oh, give me the words...
...that tell me nothing.

pseudohaiku

And nobody loves me.

I don't mean parents, of course.

What a May.