1
The friendship I cherish is a work of art.
I accidentally picked it up from the waves and sand of time.
Hanging on the bus in a hurry.
Sometimes almost blowing in the wind, but not lost.
Then I was killed by my feelings when I met you by chance.
Repeated excavation, the longer the more valuable.
Because it echoes my lost youth.
Gave me a cordial aftertaste of the past.
A detailed sculpture with letters and a sense of * * *
Put it by the window at the end of the old year, which not only embellishes loneliness.
It also reflects the world outside the window like a mirror.
Make the rough world look so soft.
2
You are closed forever, no matter how precious your memory is.
Once left in your vivid photo album
Regardless of life, this pen is going on.
How many thoughts and feelings are suddenly frozen?
It's closed forever. I can't walk any further.
Walk and rest behind this cold stone gate.
To find your warm sunshine and knowing smile.
No matter how many years I have communicated with this pastoral area.
Oh, it's closed forever, and it can't be opened with a sigh.
The bank I invested in has closed.
Leaving me penniless and facing the harsh years.
Looking back on lost wealth and lonely self.
Second, "friendship that sleeps forever"
I can't find it in a familiar city anymore.
Your breath can only meet in a dream.
Who has heard my tears?
You saw me last night.
It turned out to be countless memories.
It turned out to be countless memories.
Not as good as a low grave.
Who turned the rapeseed yellow for twenty years?
Be your wall
I put 18 years of friendship in the sky.
See who?
Grab a handful of loess worries
That depressing glass of wine.
Friend! Knock on the coffin and come out for a drink with me.
Cherry blossoms thanked me and I waved goodbye to my hometown.
Your grave holds me in both hands.
Have a cup of intimacy.
The long-distance train will not stop for anyone.
I can only look back at your scenery.
Buried in my heart, touched my heart.
The train runs longitudinally where we met.
In this familiar city
I miss you at night.
But I can't smell you at all.
The only thing I know is your train
Has sailed to heaven.
So are you wandering in the mouth of heaven, too
Trying to wave goodbye to me.
Third, "parting"
Parting,
It's a broken kite.
Parting,
The second hand goes forward.
Maybe,
Parting,
The sun sets in the west,
Taiwan Province Province hasn't returned it yet.
Whether we meet again or not,
There is always an invisible line,
Hold on to our hearts,
That's the thread of friendship.