When I get up at night,
See the blue river,
Running endlessly,
Glowing with deep and shallow light,
Colorful.
I dreamed of a large field of sunflowers,
"rustle" "rustle"
Keep swaying,
Running with the wind.
I closed my eyes,
I seem to see the wheat field with crows flying again,
Two roads diverged in the silent wheat field,
A quiet and secluded road that few people set foot on,
The other road is spacious and bright, with deep footprints,
I stood at the fork, at a loss.
When I heard the gunfire,
I turned around sharply,
His eyes were filled with deep red,
Look up at the sky,
Overcast clouds, thunder and lightning,
Then a large area of bright red,
Ducks are flying,
The sunflowers withered again,
The fragrance disperses,
His eyes were full of red.
When I wake up,
Hear the sound of water flowing,
Floating up and down, not knowing where I am.
I saw a piece of "Sunflower" at the station.
Blooming little by little,
With the light of life,
Turning back suddenly,
But I can no longer look away,
The bright red price tag hurts,
My favorite painting,
It's so disappointing,
my salvation,
It's clearly priced.
Purpose: yearning for a better life