“PURE ANGEL”
You dreamed of yourself again last night.,
Barefoot, messy hair,
Every footprint dance lightly on your shoulders.
Soft carpets, cracked oil paintings, carved table lamps.
Earrings glint in the necklace’s reflection，sinking into velet folds.
Dolls wrinkled the sheets, the child’s footsteps echo at the end of the hallway,
Little fairy left a trail of glitter behind.
The bathrobe turned into a coat, two ill-fitting trousers worn as one.
You tied a T-shirt around your neck and put on a hooded jacket.
Wandering if you can wear three glasses on my face at the same time?
Pure angel waved her wings,
The fireplace whispered, and the rose-colored bears stitches itself whole again.
Step on the colorful blocks, you realize nothing is beyond reach.
In the maze of memory, this is the place where you don’t want to wake up.
Shall we begin? My nails are painted.
