Just like a cigarette being smoked, the years of youthful love are entwined in the swirling white.
Like wine in a wine glass, in the rising bubbles, there are lingering rumors floating all over the sky.
Like high heels on a wooden board, piercing the quiet heart and echoing the heartache of despair.
The long corridor of time, I came to the end.
Actually, you know what, it was a hell of a time. Maybe for you too.
Still a hundred meters away from the sun, I could only see the light in the darkness, the white light shining through the cave.
But, I have forgotten what the sun looks like. I've been away from it for too long.
After being away from you for a long time, at first I was like a fish that cannot live without water. Later, I learned to survive in the swamp and learned another kind of life.
On June 6, 2011, two rays that intersected by mistake will go their separate ways.
