Flowers like a dream
As deep as a lifetime ago
I don't laugh, I don't cry, I don't make trouble
The temperature of attachment
Go round and round
Transformed into the twists and turns of past and present lives
I wrote the story on the swing
swaying
Infatuated with the taste of old times
and
your hug
Feng Qiwu, Die Lianhua, you are my lingering concern