The heart has been submerged in the memories of the past. The eyes have become wet and blank. The fists are tightly held and shot hard. The pain has been numbed by the sadness of loneliness.
I dreamed of a smooth journey, but step by step I got further away from my dream.
Just like spring leaves that have experienced the moisture of summer rain, they wither in the bitter autumn, and they are buried in the gentle flying snow.
I just look forward to being a pine needle covered with sharp thorns in my next life and experiencing more of the vicissitudes of life.
Many people passed away in this season before the summer solstice, and many people were reborn in that era of devastation.
Many people make whatever changes they want in the game. Two people get together in fantasy. One person is lost in reality and hesitates.
There is no trace of you in my heart
But I've learned to deceive myself
then
growing old alone