Sunshine and Wings

Where the sunlight first breaks through,

your silhouette

is my most dreamlike memory.

I quietly savor it in the darkness,

my heart full of joy and sorrow.

A feeling, there and yet not there;

eyes as impossible to gaze upon as light.

Like a little rabbit flying toward the moon,

cute and unbelievable.

In the end, memories are like mist on a moonlit night.

In the gradually brightening sunlight,

they fade away, one by one.

By Qianyi