I left quietly.
It's as if I came quietly.
I looked back quietly.
Say goodbye to the dark clouds of memory
Those clear eyes
It's waiting for time
Pray in memory
Echoes in my heart
The handwriting on the note
The book is clear and faint.
In the words of The Wall Street Journal,
I am willing to do a text.
A corner next to the table.
It's not anxiety, but the mystery of heaven.
Complexity between words and language
Suggesting a colorful dream.
Dream and hold a pen
Roam to a more beautiful place on the drawing board
Full of dreams
Singing in a bright dream
But I can't sing.
Quiet is the bamboo flute of parting.
Silence is today's campus
I walked gently.
When I came softly
I read it again and again.
Don't take away a cloud.