We are also a leaf on the tree.
Now, it is green
You walked backwards and said something to me.
Slope. Street lamps are hazy.
Your right arm, charming radian
The air is filled with lilac paulownia flowers
A short pause—
Come on, take you to another mountain road.
Walking (Seven Wonders)
Youth is the companion of two conjectures,
Step back and enter the inclined platform.
Reach out and call me Tung Hua pendant,
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and no one comes.