I stood there thinking that the wind had eroded the pier and sighed.
Left corner edge
Newly grown grass
On this barren beach
Who nourished its growth?
The world is cold?
Yesterday's glory is gone forever.
Who do today's pioneers perceive?
The past remains the same?
How to recover the past years?
How can you predict what hasn't arrived yet (in the distance, there are scattered horns)
Bridge truncation
Like those years of separation.
Yesterday was yesterday.
Today is today.
Wait till tomorrow.
Day after day
Get wet in the wind and rain
Be overwhelmed by difficulties
Stay in the impression
Except the wasteland.
Old bridge on wasteland
Snow on the bridge in the wasteland
What's left is
Only endless
Wilderness storm dream
Bridge truncation
Residual star
If it snows again one day
On the wasteland
Broken bridge meets remnant snow (remnant snow is the frozen tears of remnant stars)
Will the snow on the bridge remain firm?
. . . . . .
If the bridge is broken. The snow melted. There is no intention of staying.