"Search"
Grinding the trajectory of the soul
And the calm brilliance of the angel of time
Chasing you who never looked back in that moment figure
Is it in that ocean of love
There was once a wave in the rough waves
Beating in the corner of the windless eye
Buried between the golden brows
I prayed hard
Those little unknown surges of you and me
Let me hold on tightly. .....
(Haha, I don’t know the so-called words, passing by, leaving imprints.
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