The wind is rising
The falling flowers are falling
Floating on the other side of the Milky Way
Set against the yellowing dead leaves
Layers of pink waves
Wave after wave
Dyeing the dreams of youth red
The innocent years
p>The sunlight falls on the intertwined branches
Reflecting the colorful and sporadic waves
Like a sea of ??flowers filled with stars
I think Barefoot
Walking in this sea of ??flowers
Counting
The stars in this sky
March season
The wind gently brushed my cheek
With a hint of coolness
The wind looked at me in the air
I was under the tree Look at it
The colorful branches
Shake off the pink petals
Falling flowers
Like angel wings in the air
Dancing gracefully
Dimming the beautiful shadow playing under the tree
Covering up the bright moon hanging high in the night
Let How can I enjoy your beauty?
Intoxicated
Time flies
Maybe in old age
I have no choice but to hold on to the years. Crutches
On this path
Looking around
The trace of your past