The wind blows the window and the rain drips.
I hid in the room where there was no skylight.
When typing on the keyboard, your hands were slightly cool.
The winter is coming, and there is no preparation yet.
The east wind did not find the bond, so I searched for my place of return in the sky.
is like a wanderer who has no sense of belonging in these years.
Whenever I encounter a cold night, I miss the warm sun in spring.
Thoughts are running around, I don’t know where to calm down.
Sweaty summer, hoping for the snow to fall.
The night rains and the cold winter day, I miss the sunny day.
Every unsatisfactory moment is thinking about the past.
is coming to the next season, and I look forward to it now.
loops over and over again, and it continues to grow.
is always unsatisfied and never satisfied.
What you can't get and what you have lost always comes with a filter.
clearly let go, but he still has to beautify the fragments in his memories.
can be taken, but can't let it go.
has been put down, and I will remember it forever.
people are such contradictory creatures.
always struggles in the vortex of emotions.
cannot save himself and becomes deeper and deeper.
talks about parting with all things, but dare not go far away to see them.
Talking lovesickness to thousands of mountains, but I was unable to stay together forever.
is only moved in the mind, and is moved by itself. When will
be able to learn thoroughly?
Be a spectator who is transcendent and plays in the world.
Don’t be greedy for those fleeting warmth.
is not lost in the splendor of the fireworks in a flash.
just chases the free and wide blue sky, traveling like a kite.
does not hand over the key to emotions to others.
just lowers his head and strokes his leisurely life.
Draw a painting of scenery and write about time.
hide in the gaps of time and watch other people’s stories.
Even if you feel envious, you will not be the protagonist in the play.
will avoid worrying, worrying and affectionate.
You can see the glory of the glory alone.
No one shares with you, and you sing in the long distance.
After a night of storms, I don’t know how many leaves fall.
Whose lovesickness has been swept away and handed it to whom.
When the next spring comes, a few new buds will emerge.
Will the trees grow into new green, and a tent of sorrow.
can withstand the cold autumn and winter, and the dispersion and flying.
I look for my return with the east wind, and I don’t pick up lilac knots.
wake up suddenly when the air is cold, so let's entertain yourself.
No sadness or joy, don’t let the coldness fall into the bones.
