At that time I felt
The sky is red and the earth is blue
The kite floats, the iris swims
I like to lie down on the cold gray-white tabletop and look at you with my head tilted.
Surround you with my peripheral vision
Little by little, your focused expression is getting closer
Look at your bright orange thin-line sweater
The blue corners outline the indescribable warmth
So I accidentally fell in love with a dark purple
Madly obsessed with the melody at the intersection of vulgar blackness
what exactly is
Thinking back to that ordinary water bottle you threw to me
That casual moment before a basketball game
Talking about the care I took while helping you all afternoon
The naughty smile I gave you when I told you I was stupid
Maybe there's also a shabby Eight Immortals table
Countless things that have happened
Remember?
Disappointment and helplessness, helplessness and hope
What broke the bottle called melancholy?
All the water drops that have been hidden for many years are sprinkled all over the ground
The brown hair can be stroked through the smooth and pure white coat
Loose jeans will also whisper a few ancient quatrains
It's just that no one can clearly define the definitions of sustenance
It's like the first seat on the left at the classroom door
I'm just separated from you by a row of air.
No one tells us who saw love wrong
Someone indeed reminded me that I had forgotten myself
like your day
The sky is red and the earth is blue
I am yours, but you are a dream.