Leaves fall quietly with the wind
I don't know where the fireworks are in my dream
a light kiss
Dried out slim silhouette
Moonlight splashes sadness and rain symphony
Old grudges give inspiration, spilled on paper
Who drew a bruise in the night sky
Tenderness is just the desolation before dying
The frost on the ground and the whiteness are strange and far-fetched
Reflecting the way you smile and dress up
How can love be a distant and silent watch?
Until forgotten
——Xu Song's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
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