Please look again
look at me again
in the wind in the rain
Look back and stare again
My face tonight
Please take this moment
Remember firmly just for
After this moment, turn around
You and I have become strangers
Don't be sad, be sad to be apart.
And in his year
In an unpredictable reunion
i will never be able to
Never again
As beautiful as night
There are always some things that keep popping up in my mind, so I have to write them down. Because they are too fragmented, every time I dream about them at midnight, I can't help but think about them carefully. They float like catkins, which are remembered in dreams and dispersed when I wake up. I think many people have this feeling. Maybe they have read too many articles and have some nightmares. I still think back, if it were me at that time, what should I do? When faced with something to lose, should I retain it or sigh; when faced with something gained, should I cherish it like a treasure, or abandon it like a worn-out shoe? There are always some people in life who are as bright as shooting stars, and some who are as stubborn as stars, or like the beautiful flowers on the other side, which can be missed but always out of reach. . . . . .