I can only pity you without tears.
You are my water.
If you don't wake up smiling in the spring
I lost blood.
You are so smart, you already know.
But at the temperature of awakening
You are still cold water.
The dead spring flowers and autumn moon have settled.
Broken time leaves you with complete bitterness.
In the cold memory, you can't distort it any more.
It was just an invisible vibration that knocked me down.
You are immersed in excessively sad songs and poems.
Occasionally, your face rises from your hands that cover the blue sky.
Experienced too many vicissitudes.
Still as beautiful as flowers
Even if it reveals a fleeting fragrance.
This also gave me a surprise.
Although the lake is silent in spring
In fact, you are very weak.
Warm winds can also make you cringe.
Not that I don't want to cry on my shoulder.
I am just used to dancing alone in the lonely light and shadow.
I am used to plucking that broken string with my dumb fingertips.
Even if it's just a sad heartbeat and a faint sad song.
But I know how many beautiful things are embraced by your sad arms.