The first song: On the bridge
On the bridge, open the car window
What I see is the distance
She is blurry
It can only be seen
On the bridge, what I see is another bridge
Faintly in the winter afternoon
The world is also blurry at this moment
One What is the difference between a bridge and another bridge
They both stand above the river
, from the bustle in the morning light
to the emptiness at dusk
I am the one crossing the bridge
Looking at the nearby bridge
Her shadow is unclear
shrinking and opening
I want to see clearly which bridge it is
and this bridge
are getting farther and farther away
"Under the bridge
they are moving, seemingly stationary
Deep in the river, they are partially melted
but they still have their bodies, and they still have the coldness to face the light"
So I saw those Ice ice
poured out from under the bridge
and I couldn't stop
I couldn't stop on the bridge
See more subtle ice
Those cold always shine from the dark
Under the sky
Hit our painful eyes
The second song: Passing by the tree in the wilderness
Through the city, in the suburb
That village I had already forgotten the name
Just as she asked about the girl who sang with her more than 30 years ago at night
Forgot, forgot her name
Forgot, forgot that both of us still existed
are all humble and insignificant -
Just like you and I are passing by one tree, two trees, three trees in the wilderness
They are standing there thinly
Behind them are the empty field ridges after harvesting, the ice surface
The lonely fluffy grass, in the biting wind
As long as there is a lighter, a fire can be Lighting them
That is the past of youth
Today, we old men are full of thoughts
Seeing the withering of the trees is like seeing my future self
That is the mirror of reality I will go to
Reflecting the wilderness in my heart
The wilderness is getting smaller every year
Those trees, no Depending on the passage of time
Now I may be those trees
They will still grow wildly
In the coming year, I will fall in love with this wilderness
This is his late destiny
The mud splashes year after year
Haunting the extinguished soul of the lonely
The third poem: At dusk, we enter the city.
At dusk, the setting sun rolls into the dense forest beside the highway.
She is on my left, and I cannot see our once glorious moment.
Everything is about to dim, and the city is approaching.
The buildings are disappearing in the fading light. A pedestrian riding an electric bike with her neck hunched
She showed no expression under the mask
Just like this era, it is disintegrating our passion little by little
Yes, at dusk we entered the city
There were several abandoned small houses at the highway intersection
Dabai had disappeared.
Looking at these crooked buildings
he hit the steering wheel and said: What a waste
So what?
They are there
Bearing the cold and abandonment
And those with high fever
Those souls waiting to enter the funeral parlor
are all waiting for the unknown moment in the future
But we are still calm
Entering the city at dusk
It is getting dark soon
We coughed dryly
said, hey, the Chinese New Year is almost here
At this time in the past,
my family would start slaughtering sheep and pigs, steaming bean buns to prepare new year goods
Now we have entered the city
I can only look at the small grids with lights on like coffins in the dusk
I lowered my head silently
Waiting for the unknown fate
But
I have nothing to say
