Time is like water,
After many years of separation,
You are still the ageless green pine on the cliff,
And I stand at the bottom of the cliff looking up to you,
Already gray-haired...
It's an old article I wrote last year, but I haven't filled in the holes. I revised it a lot today and decided to fill in the holes.
For those of you who have passed by, please support me if you like it.
Conception: