Struggling in a lonely and trembling soul
Like a kite with a broken thread
You shout: come back, come back.
It is willing to bear all the heart injuries alone.
Fly to the distance
The remaining thread in your hand feels your residual temperature.
Even if it's scarred
It is also willing.
Wandering alone in this empty city.
The rain rang in my heart all night.
It's still rocking.
Originally simple, happy and naive.
Now it's smooth, unexpected and complicated.
Put down the text
Left too many sad memories.
Time flies in a blink of an eye.
After youth, I feel wrinkles are too deep.
Eastside
Alone in the attic
Cold despair
2. Blade
Night arrival again
The moon is like a sharp sword with cold light.
Memories of long separation fade away on rice paper.
Years of scars
stop
Too much attachment is no longer attached.
Youth is too late.
Pens and ink have been put aside for too long.
I'm on a warm table by candlelight.
Suddenly, I was disappointed.
The piano has been playing.
Play a plaintive voice
Flowers fall with the water
Beautiful tears.
In this story, I understand.
Kneel before the Buddha and pray for a thousand years.
Sadness flooded thousands of feet.
You are still as cold as ice.