Broken Song

… Many times, I always sigh in my heart at the pace of time, watching how time forgets our faces, how time buries our stories, and how time continues to write our tragedies or legends. Whenever the sun rises in the morning or sets in the evening, the time that has gone away from us will inadvertently appear. Those ungraspable and hurried past suddenly feel heavy in the heart, so those sentimental words overwhelmingly occupy the heart. Flowers in the corner, grass in the field, wandering reeds, drifting willows, lively sparrows, lonely geese... I raised my head and looked at the world, but finally I couldn't find a verb to fill my mood. When the sunrise and sunset finally become chapters in the poet's mouth, our world finally only has two colors: black and white. ~~~Thank you for reading my article. I will try my best to write it well. If you like it, please recommend it! !