Blue sky

Blue sky, there is a blue sky, there is everything, there is the wild wind. Looking at you from afar, the heart of a thrill and tremor, like a deer, you want to run forward, I was awakened, but you run very urgent, run very urgent. You're chasing you, but you're running, you're running ahead, you're getting up, you're chasing you. You have no motive to run, just a whistle, cadence, sour, like poison, thick, not for a long time. Later, you are frightened by the grace of the voice, moved by the grace of the voice, running, moved by the grace of the voice