Funeral of Flowers Butterfly Visited

I like the butterflies in early spring, the dandelions in midsummer that I love, the ginkgo in late autumn that I covet, and the snow in midwinter that I love most. In the dream, they were dancing gracefully. I think I feel lonely without you. I think, I have been waiting for you. These years, these moments. I spent these sparse years alone, standing in these lonely hours, covering my face, blindfolding my eyes, flapping my wings, and dancing gracefully. I wish you could shake me awake and say, Hey, take me to fly. I'm waiting for you. Who are those people hiding their faces and crying? Who are those people who smile wildly? Who were those people who were sent away? Who are those who are separated? Who are those left behind? Who are those forgotten people? Is it you? Is it me? I forgot which year and which season it was. It snowed in Yinhai City. I was walking alone on the soft and white silver stem road. You walk towards me slowly. Hey, take me on a flight. So, here you are. So, I woke up.