Time is like a wild horse that roars and flies away.
And I am a distant traveler in the vast world, mixed with sadness, writing poems step by step, walking with my dreams in mind.
It is so wonderful to meet and get to know each other in life, but we cannot always stay together. Separation and separation are the norm. Everything is like a summer tree. The wind rustles and then stops.
Please, please, you must be happy.
"Do you think I'm boring?" I asked in a tentative tone.
Wei came back from her thoughts and looked at me.
No. Wei looked at me and shook her head, and finally spoke. That's fine. I love so much.
She looked into my eyes, and there seemed to be a sea of stars in her eyes, with a charming light.