A little poem about days.

I used to think,

Without you,

My starry sky will be dark.

I once told you,

Without you,

My life will be chaotic.

How can I live without you?

You are a leaf in my previous life,

It's green for me, or it's falling.

I am a butterfly in your life,

Fly for you or get drunk.

I'm glad to meet you,

This is the meaning of my life.

Accustomed to your gestures,

Accustomed to your frequent smile,

The great events in life,

Remember, it's all your stories.

Small details in life,

Leave all your traces.

With you,

My laughter is real,

With you.

My sadness is very specific.

With you,

The rainbow in my dream is dazzling,

What did you miss, pain and waiting?

Where are you going?

I still have you,

Life is so rich and fulfilling.

Never thought that one day,

You will fly alone,

Some day before I woke up.

Realizing I'm going to catch up with you,

You're already outside Qianshan,

The sky elsewhere,

Is there a more gorgeous rainbow?

The earth in other places,

Is there a more lush forest?

Or just because you are unfamiliar with other places,

Attracted your desire for exile.

Every flight and rest in the past,

You always have your reasons.

Even if I can catch up with you,

How can I go back to the past?

Without you,

So the real arrival.

You have become my pain,

I survived a difficult struggle.

The sky after the storm that day,

As blue as jasmine,

Back to the sun again,

I saw the flowers on the grass and the clear water.

How warm and peaceful life is.

When God brings me fate, he also tests my tenacity.

Feel the vastness of the sky,

I breathe the breath of freedom,

Without you,

This is also a state of freedom,

Without you,

I feel the peace and tranquility of letting go.

The days when I have you,

I cherish this fate,

Without you,

I collect those wonderful memories.

The love you gave me,

I appreciate it,

The pain you gave me made me mature.

I will never forget,

You made me experience the tragedy and nirvana of the wind.

I am equally grateful.

I miss you without you.

I still sing without you.

It's just that there is a faint sadness in my singing.

Isn't sadness just as elegant and beautiful?