I have no intention of pursuing it.
Pursuing that rainy night
Pursuing that accidental meeting
I just
Trekking quietly along the prearranged mountain road
Through the repetition of spring and autumn
No matter how happy or sad.
They are all where they belong.
Appear and disappear
I really never walked out of my own.
The track has always been
Walking here is immutable.
The mountain road is over there.
A rainy night that always comes
You are destined to stand on the road I must pass.
Meet and love each other
because
There is such a beautiful love story.
There should have been from the beginning.
Beautiful result
But god.
Why in my future?
I arranged another place where I couldn't set foot.
The fork in the road makes you
Gone with the wind, leaving me alone.
A figure is empty.
mountain path
Really? All your arrangements
It's all like this.
Carelessness and
arbitrarily
Poetry recitation in the hymn of life 2 Walking in the gap between light and time
And a small tree.
Like ants
The length of life
Trees are calculated by tree rings.
I measure by age.
And the thickness of life?
Originally wanted to put the pedestrian track
Write a book
Having a flat and even rhythm.
There are ups and downs.
Seemingly unconstrained style
This is step by step.
But I found that I was wrong.
There is no arrangement, and there is no more.
Rehearsal,
Life is a play without rehearsal.
Poetry recitation in praise of life. Full moon, missing, missing, missing, missing,
That sand dune is fat, thin, thin and fat alternately.
You waved a shovel and dug up all the fireworks that winter day after day.
I see, you have piled up a miss base on the moon!
In fact, I am still happy, boiling hot, and the water in the cup is boiling! Accidentally spilled my thoughts all over the floor?
Lemons have been floating and floating all winter.
Until one day, you are still so distressed,
My heart is broken by plowing!
A sea of people, an affair, and the moon? Why can't it be flat?
So I walked in front of Cupid.
Just to put on your wedding dress and be reborn early!
The fringed skirt dangled and shook off the cocoon.
Always at two o'clock in the morning; I recognized the face,
That long? That long? You are still a silhouette with only dancing!
I sketched it in my mind.
Tell yourself it's you.
I finally let out my last howl before dawn.
I can't give it up and do the final healing.
So many years have passed.
The soul crawling on the operating table is still crawling!
Pray that Tomb-Sweeping Day can find a good place to go?
The sun rises, falls, falls, rises, falls, rises,
For a long time, I finally found a place to shelter from the wind and rain and buried myself!
I seriously wrote a word on the epitaph: cold!
No one worships.
At midnight, I choked so many people to death!