There is a peach grove outside the house deep inside the stream across the bridge.
Tears have already flowed into the sea
The autumn wind blows by, and you and I are separated
When the blood slowly splashes through the expectation
The sharp sword pierced the chest, and the vision gradually blurred.
Why can I still see your face?
Still guarding love under the tree
Flying over thousands of rivers and mountains, I can come back to you
Even if I can only say goodbye again
Tears condensed with the splattered blood before closing my eyes
I'm afraid I'll be useless if I run away
Five years, ten years, fifteen years...
Can't wait, can't forget, without you
The future, foreknowledge. Past, abandoned. I'm at a loss.
Just thinking,——
You are in my fantasy, fine,... Fine... Unscathed
But this is a dream, broken, and all self-hypnosis and cover-up are of no use.
You are no longer here.
I am left alone... In this world:
Qing, Qing Qing Xia
Poor, at the end of the road...
The previous paragraph of copy was adapted from "Yellow Maple Leaf"
The idea of this article is based on my temporary demon moth, and it is given to the steamed bun children.
2009, 9, 27
Keywords in this article: memory, memories that are abandoned but still remembered
Intention: