New trees are planted at the entrance of the alley,
Three pairs of shallow seals, half a handful of sand,
Broken light grazed the tip of the ear and fell all over the white shirt.
Taking shelter from the slanting rain under the eaves, listening to the sound of cicadas in front of the steps,
Candy wrappers are tucked into old textbooks,
The unsaid words were piled up layer after layer.
Later, the wind blew the tree trunk and spread it over the base of the old wall.
Some people put their thoughts into their eyes,
Someone turned the companionship into silence.
We pick up broken shadows along the way,
One frame is the dusk of running and jumping,
One frame is the early morning when we look at each other,
One frame is when looking back, the shadows of the trees are deep.
The wind swept away the dust at the alley again,
The old scenery is still warm,
It turned out that the years we spent together,
Before I knew it, years had passed.
