————— Inscription
At this time, the clear water is cold, acacia is another year, and the wild goose is far away. Who reads the west wind alone?
Leaning against the south window, the cool wind blows on my face and the wind blows. Flying snowflakes touch the wind chimes of memory, and the crisp and pleasant voice whirled not far away yesterday. The alley is deep, the prosperity is fading away, and the dust that cannot be seen through will always touch my heart gently. The air is as cold as silks and satins, which can't hide the inner melancholy and condense the deep thoughts into words. In the deep winter night, I use plain notes to describe your brilliant face.
In the dark, I carefully crushed my thoughts and traced your trace in old poems, but I couldn't condense it into a heartfelt word. The beauty of the past has become the past. As beautiful as flowers and jade, the final enemy is like water. How much affection, who can understand? If life is just like the first sight, what a beautiful daydream it is! If we meet for the first time, you and I can have a good talk every night and never look back and go far.
I can never understand your city, confusing scenery and eternal neon. Because these are too far away from me, because I am only used to looking at you, I will wait for you quietly where you can't see.
Miss you, at every dusk; Miss you, at every moment of the sun and moon. Do you remember who and who crossed the Millennium and listened to the red bean song together at midnight? Do you remember who is good at dancing with long sleeves? The fleeting ghosting is gurgling at my fingertips, and you are the most beautiful ornament in the boundless and charming scenery. I leafed through the pages carefully for fear of missing any fragments. You and I have a hangover every night in the scenery.
In my dream, you are the legend that I am not old in this life. When the prosperity of the world is gone, I am still covered with dust and left alone. I read your name over and over again between my lips and teeth, and wrote all your memories into plain and even poems, which I sang every day in the oblique wind and drizzle.
In the courtyard, the leaves of the plane are falling, and my thoughts are stranded in the empty phoenix nest. You still stand quietly in my heart, and you are finally the beautiful scenery I am looking forward to. At the ferry crossing in the boundless years, I watch alone.
I once wrote that you only think of me occasionally at a certain moment, and I think of you 365 days a year. My heart is old, but I still sing for you gently, so that warm stories can flow through my fingers.
Has the pity in the morning and evening been drowned in the fleeting misty rain? Has the oath of holding your hand and growing old with your son been blowing in the wind? Has the moon-gazing beauty of the West Building been seen for nothing? Who can see the wine stains on my blue shirt tonight?
I stumbled on one journey after another, with several spring flowers on the way. The other shore is full of flowers, and I look through the autumn water. Who will take the ferry? The moonlight is really beautiful. Who will accompany me to listen to a plum blossom and sing a love song on earth on such a beautiful night?
I am very happy for this splendid meeting, and I am glad that I still love you. I crossed the threshold of moonlight and saw that the years outside the threshold were not over. I am convinced that this unforgettable memory will accompany me through the cycle of each season and accompany me for the rest of my life.
One day a month after many years, I walked through this familiar street again and suddenly heard a familiar old song, which we had heard many times together. In a trance, I saw you take off all your costumes and remain plain. My tears will surely fall silently in an instant.