Non Fish Collection

Some things will disappear forever if you don't say them; Some people, if you don't keep them, you will never see them again; Those once beautiful things are only as long as one spring; Those who were once attached to each other are just a blink of an eye. Looking back on the past events like this, they all seemed like a dream, all in a dream; Just a cloud of smoke and a smile; The mountains are long, the water is wide, and the sky is long. I finally understood that that meeting was just a spring flower. Before spring passes, it will disappear and never bloom again. I ask the flower with tears, but the flower is silent; it falls in two places and does not return in spring; it enters the dust and follows the flowing water, and the time is gone with the flower, and the dream becomes mottled; that boy's song, that first encounter, are like the glorious years, suddenly like a shuttle; the red dust is scattered, and I don't know that I am a guest in the dream. Prosperity is in hand, you can take a walk. You and I finally missed it.