"The Process" Lin Bai
January you haven't shown up yet
February you sleep next door
It rained heavily in March
Roses everywhere in April
We sat across from each other in May, as if in a dream
Just like that, June has arrived
In June, the grass is in full bloom and everything is fragrant.
In July, there is a mixture of joy and sorrow. The waves of wheat roll along with the grass.
Until the end of the world
August is August
In August I am tight-lipped. In August I am water in a bottle.
You are the cloud in the sky
September and October are two eyes, filled with the sea
You are on the sea and I am under the sea
November has not come yet
Through its window I saw December
Heavy snow in December
Tips
I would like to dedicate this article to the shallow (medium) light (two) time that I can never go back to.
Purpose: Commemorate the past