The past is always easy to reach out and fade away quietly.
We wore masks and danced in the maritime mirage, but we couldn't see each other.
Start early and wait by yourself. Wandering in the dark, losing myself.
After walking through the heavy rain, my clothes got wet little by little. Inadvertently, I have missed too much.
Keep walking eastward, unswervingly, why can't you find your own color?
Large swaths of color began to appear. Not a cloud, not a breath of wind.
The original theme is no longer there. Long gone.
We can only continue to wait, under the white mist, there is no misplacement, the real thing,
Disillusionment and waves.
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