Wang Yun, diary on August 23, 2019
sakura
The wind blows over the drizzle, embellishing the spring that belongs only to Sakura
Pedestrians carrying cameras carry the spirit of spring
The dark lens left her speechless
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The charm of this season is restrained by the cold photo frame.
With the summer solstice, let the body of the broken flower die alone,
The soul that remains in the name of pleasing lives on with the spirit,
Sakura is willing to become a phantom arrested by pedestrians,
Taken away by her to be detained.
What passers-by occasionally look at constructs the photos of her years
Carrying Sakura's lost unruliness
The exclusive memory of meeting her in spring love.
Sakura's heart is like a wild horse
But I had to give up my tenderness to this encounter.
Admit it
No amount of sticks can kill her shamelessness
She will eventually stand and accept the baptism of defeat
Smiling into the next year's seasons
Wait until next year when the sakura season comes again
If pedestrians can bring their cameras, they will bring the spirit of spring with them
Then come to the green grassland where Sakura made an appointment with her,
With the spring blowing over her clear outlines,
Sakura will tell the wind what she has been holding back for a long time,
"ただいま."
If you don't have the words you want, おかえり
Just let her words scatter in the wind,
Don't let this embarrassing persistence hurt your harmony.
Purpose: Everyone should live under the sun.