winter evening
I'm watching you from the window.
A few millimeters away.
So transparent
But I can't go to the end.
I left at dawn.
You know, ice flower.
It's the back of my silent departure.
■ Your back
Sunrise and sunset, I am a latitude that the sun wears in the day.
Flowers bloom and fall, and you are the weft woven by the days in the years.
I like that old textile machine.
Weave me, weave you.
There is an old pattern of childhood friends.
When you left, you took away the distortion in my life.
Thus, from childhood, youth to adult sky.
Stir up the silence and chaos in the sky.
The tree is lonely, so am I.
So on winter nights, snowflakes
Just floating down the beautiful radian, endless' melancholy'
If the heart can make up for it
On this snowy night
How I want to treat you as a lamp.
With snowflake fragments and love thread.
Carefully sew up today's wound.
■ Scene
Connect this shore with the other shore.
An ancient poetic curved bridge
Sudden drowning, death
And those love stories on the bridge
Words began to lose memory, only recording income and expenses.
There is no loss and heavy feet in my memory.
Slide to the shore like a canoe.
The damaged pier was burning like a torch.
Illuminated the scene of love death—
The wind sings the mantra of great compassion slowly.
A man who once had love is pious.
Turn the experience into paper money and scatter it all over the sky.
The moon has disappeared, and I no longer look at the love feng shui.
The Tragedy of Love: Love is not dead.
But after death, love has no soul to bury.