Messy little scraps of paper,
light blue.
Hyacinth,
Be sure to cut off withered petals,
To be reborn.
Mystery: He will never appear.
Zang: I have never seen her before.
Fan: Do you like hyacinth?
Hidden:.
Fan: If I can't wait for you,
Hidden:.
Mystery: Write to me,
Just like I wrote to you.
A mess of confetti,
Light blue, letter paper.
Zang: I like it.
Messy stationery,
Small scraps of paper were blown high by the wind.
Zang: Mystery, I'm sorry,
I can never remember,
your address.
The light blue is quietly immersed in uneasiness,
Landed in a windswept corner.
A small scrap of paper,
On the address bar, the incomplete l.. O..
Maybe you'll never know, yes
love or lost.
Fan November 8
Hidden November 8
Fan D1817 student
Born in 1917