Fleeting Time

Winter arrives as expected, without any mercy. The strong wind is raging, trying to peel off all the worries, and the snowflakes are falling, trying to cover up all the scars. Even in the early morning, the fog was so thick that I couldn't see the road ahead and couldn't find my destination. Leave an empty corner to confine your tired heart, warm a cup of bitter coffee and taste the tenderness of midnight. I kept staring blankly at the distant sky, daydreaming about the angel's halo of happiness. There was a promise, I was obsessed with the fireflies in the forest, I was confused and forgot my way back. There are also promises, playing on the beach, facing the sunset, making wishes side by side. I only blame innocence for allowing me to encounter a ray of sunshine. Time does not understand the style, a ticket and a few words of cherishment have become a story. Across the car window, a familiar smile appeared on your murmuring lips, while my hand waved gently. I just want to say to you, no matter what happens tomorrow, whether we are so far away or not, you will never escape my deep longing for you. Lone geese flew across the pond, making ripples on the water. The sycamore trees swaying on the shore drifted in the wind. The lingering and unforgettable feelings, the remaining love and hatred, whirled around in the rustling wind without leaving any trace. The sky is still blue, but there are no white clouds to accompany it. Do you in the distance clearly remember the long corridor covered with frost leaves? At the end of the long corridor, there is a childlike heart weaving various possibilities of meeting you again. FM106.5, I listened to "Blessings" in the ancient way. Even though the snow was flying outside the window, covering the way I came, the coffee cup in my palm still had a trace of warmth. Outline happiness in simplicity, wash away the beauty in repetition... Looking back suddenly, you are still deep in my heart and have not left.