Limited to 500 words In that life, you were firewood and I was the flames, burning all the marriages and settling the ashes.
In that life, you were the fingertips and I was the strings. The sound of the strings fell and flowers lingered around.
In that life, you were a lonely goose and I was the blue sky. Once the wing marks passed, only the period remained.
You have traveled so far, so far away, that I can no longer distinguish your face at that time.
I try my best to back up, back up, just to see you one last time,
A fable engraved by the passage of time, there is no boundless sea, I wish it were a quiet red lotus in your life,
To bloom the dazzling beauty of this life for you, I wish I was a paper kite you let fly in the sky.
Use the distance of a thread to hold the lingering picture of the moment, yearning, nostalgia, love,
I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, but you still didn't appear.
On the edge of the dream, withered red lotuses, piece by piece, are like my waiting heart waving goodbye to you,
My ship's rail is lodged on the shore where you came from,
If there is an afterlife, would you like to save me?