-Kiyosuke
Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light.
According to the clear sky, I ran over the dust of my previous life, and a kind of sadness rose inexplicably from my heart. This tiny dust, once you said you wanted to be the nourishment beside the tree and under the fallen flowers, but now, you are still you, only after a lifetime, you have been found, but you can no longer find your life situation and ice. 、
The flowing water is long and gone forever, and time flies by in a hurry.
With infinite sadness, riding the bright sunshine, crossing the narrow bridge, a green and white place came into view. Shallow, countless clovers supported it by the slender branches of the roots. Until tonight, the oval leaves grew silently, without any groaning because of the white flowers. How can it get drunk tonight? Let heaven sprinkle some wine and let it revel in the white flowers, leaving youthful memories in this season, leaving a cup of mellow wine and a wisp of breeze to walk.
Endless troubles are like misty rain, endless feelings are like stars.
Too late, too late to listen to your warm whisper, too late to bathe in the afternoon sunshine. This season, lonely and independent, the shackles of time lock the bursting heart and the happiness that turns into a dream. Some people do, but you can never lock them up. The footprints of fighting for your dreams day and night are deeply imprinted in your heart. Those tears and smiles, like the beauty of a lifetime, pour into your heart and spleen. All thoughts are dead, but the events and events of that season are buried in the grave.
Years are buried, and looking back is already years.
People gather and disperse, the sunset still sets, parting, the wind rises, but memories ripple in the chest. It seems that those memories come to mind, deep and shallow, painful and happy. In early summer, your face is particularly clear. Your gestures are fragrant, how many things are hidden in your heart, and how many people disappear from your eyes. This season, the picture of that year fluttered again, singing in the dead of night, a hazy music rising with the wind and rain, sad and confused. Lotus in the pool sent away my loneliness, thinking of you, beside the moon shadow, thinking of you, under the lonely lamp. ......
Once you leave, once you grow up.
Seventeen years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, seventeen years of troubled times. How much joy, how much sadness, how many years old moon marks and how much lonely sadness are sent away this season? Things are different, frowning, a drop of wine, a sad song to sing. Life is not separation, separation and separation! Put away a page of sparse scenery, put away several times of sadness, confusion and loneliness, forget too many complicated memories, string together a string of plainness that rhymes with music, and break the shackles of finding a better life!