When I was a child, the sun set on the grape trellis
The grape leaves tasted like orange
The sky between the leaves was golden
My father and I were sitting on a bench
His back was dark
I covered my eyes with my hands
I covered them and moved them away, moved them away again Cover up
I told him: "The sky turned dark in the blink of an eye"
The sunset in a foreign land is colorful'
White, yellow, Red, black, and blue
Dancing on the tall building
I wiped the stains on the glass with my breath
Following the beautiful water sleeves
The beautiful shadows on the white glass
Gather and dissipate, gather and dissipate
The neon lights bloom in my chasing fingers
The sunset is orange in the dream
The warm yellow pavement on the way home
The withered yellow foxtail grass on the roadside shakes its head
My mother was leaning against the wall
Her eyes were looking forward at the intersection
In the afterglow, she waved and smiled at me, waving and smiling
The fading sunset hit her sparsely The fallen hair
messed up my entire ink painting