——The fleeting time has given us completely different characters, and the fleeting time tells us that silence is golden.
The passing years are like an airtight wall
Separating two once inseparable friends on both sides
The breeze outside the wall It’s not dry, the sun is just right
People are coming and going inside the wall, bustling
I am outside the wall
I like the softness of the warm breeze stirring the drizzle
The mood of cherry blossoms filling the creek
You inside the wall
I like the sadness of the setting moon and the crow of the crows
The bitterness of the cold wind and haze< /p>
We are all growing
We are all following the pace of the passing years
It is a pity
My childlike innocence is like fire
You are as mature as water
I have deviated from your track
You are walking on your own single-plank bridge
In the end we have no intersection
Actually
I no longer need to hibernate in memories
I just sigh occasionally
We lost to reality
Reality lost to Time flies