We meet the rising sun in the summer,
Your white short skirt
is covered with red glow.
The fresh air of the tree-lined avenue,
You moan, the moment you look back
ignites my sleeping passion.
However, you ignored my burning eyes,
left this sudden affection,
for the wait of late autumn.
I carry a rose every day,
wanders at the intersection you have walked,
breathes the air you have breathed,
longs to meet you again.
The lights on the late autumn night are colorful and blurry, and the wind is moved and crying by me.
You finally appeared like a fairy,
I excitedly gave me a slightly wilted rose.
You were surprised for a moment and took
like a long-lost happiness.
You told me a love story,
says that the city in the distance
There is a boy like me,
The roses he bought every day have filled the room.
You said you are just a passerby I passed by,
Thank you for my beautiful and warm rose.
I watched you go away in disappointment,
let memories sigh behind the time.
(written on November 2, 2022)
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