Her dream is gone
Her memory is lost
Like in a vast illusion
not found
Which one is her dream?
Like in front of flying silk threads
Invite or not
Which one is her lost memory?
Chaotic memories are like broken mirrors shattered by dreams
piece by piece
But dare not touch
Because every piece is full of cutting sharpness
The colors in dreams are always a bit light gray
The ice-crystal reflection is like pregnant eyes
The gray pupils are deeply locked
Gray eyes look down quietly
She knows that the memory is hidden in those gray eyes
But I don't have the courage to open it...
The voice in my heart warned...
Don't fall into that gray vortex anymore
Don't repeat that heartbreaking feeling again
However, she walked into this dream together again
Looking at those gray eyes
Speechless