No matter how time comes and goes, the free years have carved an unending look on our faces.
Oops, what echoes in my ears is the irritable breathing of wanton playing.
Ahhhh, what appears in front of my eyes is the aloof and pure white plum blossoms.
The numerous transparent petals slowly float in the wind, and the magnificent sunset leaves the dust in my heart. The ancient music penetrates the noisy river, and the desolate pupils are frozen in the mottled dream. Do you still remember it now?
If your heart still remembers...
I look out
your passing back
speechless
Can't sing
Can't dance
Until I forget you like this
I hope
yours
Deep in my heart, I will breathe shallowly
mine
Tears will mourn in your sad eyes
But no one can tell me
why
I stand with you on the position of forgetfulness
become so desolate