Run into sb.
Mild sunshine filled the whole hillside.
The windmill turns around and counts loneliness.
There is a lost child.
Shuttle through a dream full of gold
Lemon grass smells good in wild season.
Who caught a glimpse of sunflower garden?
To make noble sunflowers
Lower one's head shyly
When thoughts have wings to fly.
But I can't fly out of the rainbow on the horizon.
The shadows of birds flying across the sky
The cage can't cover the falling clouds.
The running water mercilessly took away the colorful birds.
The face of memory peeled off in tears.
Lonely children can't hide their inner confusion.
Maybe it's just fate rushing by.