A dead tree
I remember that afternoon clearly.
Watch the leaves fly.
I'll see your skinny cheekbones soon.
A pair of deep-set eyes seem to be talking.
It was an amazing afternoon.
You are surprised at my appearance.
I feel sorry for your change.
You sit on the stool.
There is a piece of dead wood beside it.
White hair is pounding my heart.
Trembling hands are like firewood.
My legs are like rotten wood.
"Son, thirsty, pour your own tea.
Grandpa can't stand it. "
Wonderful music is played by you.
My eyes became warm and fuzzy.
It was an unforgettable afternoon.
I saw an old tree at the head of the village.
Thin, shaky branches
It's like your trembling hands are dancing
Straight and dry trunk
It's like your scarred leg is standing still.
on hand
The old tree seems to want to talk to me
"I am a dead tree"
It was a sad afternoon.
Leaves are flying all over the sky
I can't take it anymore.
When you leave.
You seem to be saying to me:
"son,
What you see is
A dead tree