Poetry is dying out.

Looking back suddenly, it was too late.

? Text/Cai

Once said

Don't come. I'm not old.

But now

My hair

Be discovered by ice and snow

Look at all the sunsets.

Count all the drifts

There is still no sign of you coming back.

Migrating swallows

Who is weak?

Difficult wandering and expectant eyes

Sparrows on the cold branches

Can you understand the deep feeling of falling snow?

Soul mates, though not far away.

Don't make excuses.

It's just that you don't come anymore.

I'm still waiting.

Waiting for a romantic relationship

Waiting for a lifetime of sadness.

You and me in previous lives

The fate of this life

Looking back suddenly? I'm dying.

How can it happen this time?

Fate came, fate went, fate went.