You draw sadness in the corner of your eye.
I put wandering on my forehead.
You add a few strands of white hair to your mind.
I let the years carve my gaunt hands.
Then we pass by the corner.
Cold no longer know each other.
ah
Dear friend
Please don't blame that youthful appearance.
We are makeup artists ourselves.
2. Dusk
On a young night
I heard a song.
Clear and lingering
Like a mountain wind blowing through lilies.
When you desire, you are silent.
No trace, no place.
Leave moonlight to soak people's skin
One night twenty years later.
What is the similarity of that night?
Unexpectedly, the melody came lightly.
Mountain valley should reach my heart.
Looking back on the road.
The green of the gray horizon.
This is a hard life.
Turn into sweet tears in the twilight
3. Heart of the Lotus
I
This is a blooming summer lotus.
How hopeful
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not here to erode.
The autumn rain did not fall.
The green season has left me again.
I am slim.
No worries
Not afraid.
at present
To be exact; Precisely
My most beautiful moment
The heavy door was locked.
After a fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance.
Don't be too early
Precisely
too late
4. Youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears came out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappear into the haze of the future.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
5. Distance
We are on two extremely high ridges.
Stay away from each other.
But I can hear your gentle voice.
Misty Canyon is steep.
Be careful. You said we went in.
You can't take a wrong step on the ridge.
But sometimes,
Seriously, you will suddenly forget.
Will come back and talk about it.
Lotus and the news of the year
Traces of mountains and the moon
How can I answer you?
The forest fire has been put out, and I hate the cold spring in Taiwan.
My choked heart finally fell from a height.
All the years have become
An illusory myth, let it go.
Green grass and flowers are in full bloom.
Will eventually fall down one after another.
In the dizziness of falling.
Who can give me a satisfactory answer?
Farewell.
You are isolated on a high ridge.
If from the beginning this is a kind of
Wrong. Then why?
Why is it so beautiful?