years of waiting, my thoughts quietly stretched, and finally found in the cycle of time that many things are like the star wishes of the seasons, loneliness caresses the fence of the years, and the coldness is all about the scattered sadness.
Time is shallow and the days are light. I sit in the corner of time. I watched the written words flushed away by tears. I had to use time to cook rain, so I wet myself. I dragged my heavy steps and poured out the memories of violets, let my jade fingers embrace the wind, my body is stained with the afterglow of dusk, I am drunk a little, and my eyes are full of lovesickness and moon hooks.
I have loved, felt, cherished, what should I ask for? When I opened the window, the wind rushed towards me with the moisture. My hands stretched out of the window, and raindrops fell on my fingertips. You, who were as clear as my eyes, turned into a flowing cloud in my eyes, and smoke filled the sky, and the sadness and joy spread out.
In the world, be calm and happy, be calm every flower blooms, cherish every understanding, cherish every touch, be afraid of every unknown, be afraid of every loss... Carry a plain heart, dye a finger of the breeze, stay together lightly, and look at the passing years.
