UnFoLd Me NOW
Happy new year, dear reader.
Unfold me now. Standing in the desert, What time is it? I am still here. When will I see your face, beauty/ When will you open the red tulip flowers? My stiffiness inwards is dripping soul sugar. Unfold me now. Blue, red and chariots. Flying wheel stars. Head turning milky way. Like a whirling soul, tired of sitting in the body universe. When will you open the red tulip flowers? Unfold me now.