——To Xu Xiaman and Jiang Yanbai
I hide my confession in the interlayer of the pen core, and you dismantle it as a blasphemous and pious offering.
I sewed moonlight into the folds of the mail, fighting the waves and monsoons with timed mail.
You always find my silence in the crowd, knowing that I am full of thorns and my heart is fragile.
I am in the vortex of laughter that melts like the first snow, and the poems about you are overlapping one after another
If regret has an outline——
It's the ink you don't understand that sinks to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean
It's your unopened pen clip that has rusty moss
It's two gardenias growing back to back
The roots are intertwined in the soil,
The petals are always hanging and turning
Know your mind
But forever separated by ocean——
Concept: The tears of youth stay on the page, allowing us to rush towards our own future of flowers.
