It is the wind that will die in August
Or the tenderness of late summer
Whispering—
Harp intermission
Transparent string
work with
Life-threatening
A sweet babble.
the end of a month
Su Mo is floating in the distance.
Know your disappointment.
Debris dust in the distance
Hazy, your love
Take a look back
Pass sb by
A girl in a blue tulle
With a sweet smile
Full of shy anger-
You left it behind.
Sporadic footprint