Long dark night
Just like
coming like a tide
ancient city wall
Baptism of wind and frost
buried in dust
Bumpy memories
That has gone through three hundred years of vicissitudes
blurred self
Silhouette of mottled
yellowed memories
Your presence is still there
in my mind
wander
The cycle of time
The twist of time
Let time and space become nothingness
A gap of three hundred years
But
You are you, I have no regrets!