Sad red sun, your tears weighted on my weak soul. You touched me grieffully with your wet songs, your singing was loud in bass tone, a low pitch as it resonated quietly under my chicken skins.
You are a secretive shy goddess, who need someone’s sympathy. Yet too awkward to show your physical expressions to others.
Pity you red sun, no locals welcomed your sorrow. They agreed on banishing you, Shield themselves away from you with grieffully black umbrella. Is that why you hid yourself from this democratic society? You, the biggest lonely creature is no longer needed. They replaced you with your clones. Those red spot flags, red neon LED have similar eyes as yours, but can they sing beautifully like you.
O, sun you are the kindest being. You were singing behind the stage, hidden behind the sky curtain, While those clones were just Lip-singing with pretentious faces.
A deafman communication
In Tokyo, my perception has been degraded its ability. People said we sense things through 5 or 6 senses. But here, I have 3 senses, by sight that maybe deceived, touch, taste bud. The other 2 are functioning badly. These senses I mean a mouth and ears. My mouth is like a generator that haven’t been used, or I guess it’s under the process of putting a data in order. But unfortunately, the engineer cannot care more and leaving it undone. My ears work just like an unproven Siri, trying to collect the clearest fragments of words but fail every time. Hearing broken words too much making this Siri confuses its system. But my ears are not as confident as Siri. For Siri, it is proud of its translating ability as it will respond to any sounds immediately, or even be honest if things cannot be understood. Unlike me, I wouldn’t. I would nod and smile :)