"We once walked through the streets in late autumn together, crossed the misty mountains, watched the small dots of water falling on the ground and listened to the hurried caress of the wind passing through the woods. But in the end, I was deeply locked in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River."
"Some poems that have repeatedly collapsed into broken ends over time are the past that I cannot revise, but I read them again and again."
/2024.8.9
Intention: Who cares about the west wind and is left alone to cool down?