Crying sand
You are my most bitter wait, making me happy but afraid of the future
You love to say that you are a piece of dust that occasionally drifts into my eyes mischievously.
Would you rather me cry than let me love you? You will really disappear like dust in the wind
It's rare to see me but leave me again, letting the sand falling from my hands flow like tears
You are my most painful choice. Why do you never give up wandering?
The sea is so inseparable from you. You always bring me pockets full of sand.
It's rare to see me but leave me again, letting the sand falling from your hands flow like tears
The sand blown by the wind falls in the sad eyes. Everyone can see that I am waiting for you.
The sand blown by the wind accumulates in my heart, leaving traces that no one can erase.
The sand blown by the wind passes through all the memories. Everyone knows that I am thinking of you.
The sand blown by the wind is crying. Could it be that the separation has been predicted long ago?
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