Dreaming back then, I miss the hurried modern poetry.

Hello, the night has begun to be quiet.

Sleepiness attacks, and my thoughts are getting confused.

At this time, the sky caught a glimpse.

Memories are branded in an instant.

The face is blurred and clear.

Quiet moments, moments once recalled.

It's stormy on the earth.

Fog and rain connect heaven and earth.

Think about it once in a while

It was quiet and rippling.

It's messy and clear.

Pass by, swing away

When will people go there again?

Time is simple and hurried.

Now, the scenery is changing

Passerby A Passerby B

Strangers will have different understandings.

What remains unchanged is the heart.

Care about distant hearts

Look to the future.

Time changes in the scene

That man is over there.

The road is long.

Trance is another world.

How are you, everything you love?

A world that is not lonely

Not in a monotonous hurry

As bright as today's sunshine

As bright as the moonlight last night.

Quiet face

Not afraid of hasty erosion

Quiet, everything

fall asleep

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