I long to use words to recall my youth.
Peaceful and peaceful, no separation between life and death;
Light and dark are intertwined, just like dappled sunlight.
Good trees take time to grow into forests, and you and I meet when we are young.
We agreed together.
Here are the teenagers I love, and their flying figures are enough to make the years pass by.
Intention: Under the blue sky, we will eventually embrace each other