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No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai
5.0
"It can’t pay attention
What slips into the system
A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep
Don’t sympathize with the mystery disease
All it is is a feeling,
Pain in a dress too revealing,
A lost bond an old friend who likes what it sees
You can’t shake off the mystery disease
Lovers in a past life
Meet in the street close to midnight,
A last look sweet like the end of a dream,
Then fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your symptoms to me
It’s not in any of the books you can read
It’s no fun to face what you don’t get to be,
But what’s one more to the mystery disease?
Floating impatience
Snuffs my limited sapience
Black smoke as soon as the pressure’s released
Deep space sighs, the mystery disease
Consumed by a weakness
Cut with perpetual unrest
You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen,
Trap what you want, waste what you need
And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves,
Emperors of history fall to their knees
Small fronds can’t see the wood for the trees,
Left in the dust of the mystery disease"
What slips into the system
A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep
Don’t sympathize with the mystery disease
All it is is a feeling,
Pain in a dress too revealing,
A lost bond an old friend who likes what it sees
You can’t shake off the mystery disease
Lovers in a past life
Meet in the street close to midnight,
A last look sweet like the end of a dream,
Then fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your symptoms to me
It’s not in any of the books you can read
It’s no fun to face what you don’t get to be,
But what’s one more to the mystery disease?
Floating impatience
Snuffs my limited sapience
Black smoke as soon as the pressure’s released
Deep space sighs, the mystery disease
Consumed by a weakness
Cut with perpetual unrest
You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen,
Trap what you want, waste what you need
And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves,
Emperors of history fall to their knees
Small fronds can’t see the wood for the trees,
Left in the dust of the mystery disease"
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami
3.0
"Condolences to gentle hearts who couldn't bear to try.
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die."
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die."
Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong
5.0
Turn back & find the book I left
for us, filled
with all the colors of the sky
forgotten by gravediggers.
Use it.
Use it to prove how the stars
were always what we knew
they were: the exit wounds
of every
misfired word.
坂道のアポロン 4, Volume 4 by 小玉ユキ
4.0
sử dụng tất cả các trope của SA luôn không những thế còn sử dụng rất khéo
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vừa đủ để khiến những inner hủ nữ quắn quéo lại vừa đạt hiệu quả trong việc truyền tải tình cảm của các nhân vật khiến người đọc rung động thiệc sự ư_ư