This is September, the sun is visible
There may be clear wind in all gaps
Sitting on the street
Just sitting aimlessly like this
Not waiting for a person or a car
Not to praise a tree or a cloud
I just feel It's still early
Sitting here won't make you feel lonely
Dust is swirling in the light
Hours and moments suddenly seem great
Like singing Singing a solemn hymn
The melody stirred the wind
Ferrying in the middle of the lake
I became a blind admirer
Holding the oars willingly
Just wait until I grow old
A head full of silver threads
Build a tomb
Yes A child spread her hands out
Sitting on a chair and spinning
For a moment, I seemed to see her grow up
She had gone through everything she had to experience
How painful it must be
Only then did the eyes fall into chaos
The quicksand scattered in all directions, but its whereabouts are unknown
There is a peach blossom tree, which has been gone for too long< /p>
When we saw each other again, he was gone
I stayed alone until the sunset
The long shadow slowly curled up
None of them disappeared Traces
When I look at it again
she is still the same barefooted child