Coelacanth and Bicycle
The fitting room was the end of the world
Behind the curtain were coelacanth's eyes
Shadow of coelacanth
Slide across the glass curtain wall like the mountain
Finally, disappeared among the run-down bicycles and coal in the corner
At that time, the breeze was as real as a memory.
You lighted up yourself in the crowd.
All of a sudden I realized that you are the ticket to Mars
I put a stamp on your face with a kiss.
(All text and photography on the website are original by RETROWN.)