With The Heavens Shut, I Swallowed The Meadows.

Rose Apple,

Oh well, oh well.

The sun is not pink but rather cumbersome.

I have met the Golden sadness and the

Tangerine happiness

and ate them.

Plum is in your lilac heart,

a feather falling!

A feeling, the color is warm yellow.

The glow exists without a twist.

I can be happy within sadness.

Watermelon,

Vanilla,

Tamarind, Velvet.

White, lush in the mountains.