Flowers Falling Outside the Window

The general road is ruthless, heartless, full of love, only melancholy. The night is coming, looking at the moon, laughing and crying. The water is dim and green, listening to the rhyme of cicadas, half red, falling silently. I wonder why the spring swallows fly together. In the water flowers, the leaves are not worried. Envy the others, weeping in sadness. I hope the red paper conveys my love, connects us, and allows us to share two wings.