Past Events, Diary

The pages of the diary turned into fallen leaves Witness my uneven marks Paving the way forward I follow the fallen leaves, searching for the traces that I have left behind At first, stumbling forward What's left are messy traces Someone scanned it twice All traces remain: outlines Learn to leave traces and move forward want to remember everything Someone slightly missed it twice The traces are lighter or darker Step hard on every step and stride forward One step represents a hundred steps Someone scanned it twice The traces are still deeply imprinted Follow the guidance of your heart and move forward at will Stay if you want to stay, leave if you want to Fallen leaves are all over the ground, but their traces remain That person stopped scanning