Little Pink Face
the 12th poem for a grass
It doesn’t have a complicated background
or a pretty background
Here, Mr time looks like an old man
It is hard to tell how long the solid soil has been asleep
A little pink face
bifurcated into a rattle form
The original blank place became active in an instant.
Little face is a little nervous
It looks around like a visitor who has just arrived on the spot
It may not be foreseeable yet
In this environment
Its accidental arrival makes it about to become the protagonist
and will make a series of stories happen
