It's No Longer an Issue

[Classic Literature] Popular today, classic tomorrow I promise you flowers for half your life, but you will be quiet for three lifetimes with a solitary lamp and fallen candle. Looking back at the desolate mountains, I only talk about the sadness of the dry well. I have forgotten that my smile is cold and my bones are being worn away. Back then, you laughed at the summer flowers that were eventually crushed into dust by the autumn rain. I thought you were shedding sorrow for that woman. I never thought that many years later, your tomb covered with wattle grass would be scattered with withered tears engraved with my name. Look back again and remember the past. It's because I can't hold your hand, so I finally let it go, pretending to be free and easy. That year when you picked up that flower by accident, the sky was full of fragrance and blossomed on your fingertips. When I turned around, I saw nothing but desolation. ______________________________________________________________ I'm slow to warm up. I'm so slow!!!! Please forgive me for my typos... Wuwu