Song 1: On the bridge On the bridge, what I saw when I opened the car window was the distance. She was blurry. All I could see was the blur. On the bridge, what I saw was another bridge. In the winter afternoon, the world was also blurry at this moment. What difference would ther

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