I will become a drop of modern poetry.

How short is three years?

Flowers bloom and fall in a flash.

How long is three years?

Dream broken dreams wake up for thousands of days.

Three years ago tonight.

I received my first paper at the turning point of my life.

Out of momentary joy

I made a budget for the next few decades.

Three years ago tonight.

You cut the last tie of your life.

Due to excessive fatigue

From then on, you chose to sleep on your pillow.

That day, because I am about to relive the warmth of my family.

Facing the morning, I silently made many extravagant hopes.

That night, because the person I wanted to see never saw you again.

Looking at the night, you lament with unexplained tears.

Three miles is not far.

But I didn't show up at the last moment of your death.

Ten hours won't be long

Left a lifelong scar in my heart.

Yes, that was our last farewell.

Although you still slept as quietly as after.

There is still a red light hanging from the brow.

My eyes are full of pancakes.

However, when we meet again.

Except for the tears that are still shining in the corner of my eyes.

All that's left is cold.

Through my back again and again, wrapped in several layers of jackets.

I have nothing to say in those days.

Several meteors lit up the night sky.

In those days, you didn't show sadness.

Hold your breath and enjoy the incense.

When the newly turned soil is irradiated by sunlight

When the shovel randomly plays funeral music

Look at the loess curtain on your face.

Fly aimlessly

In this way, 90 years of red blood.

Absorbed by the soil in late winter

In this way, share weal and woe for 90 years.

Hidden by falling stones

Once because of your existence

After several cycles, I dreamed of returning to the cottage.

At the same time, because you left

Dreams and sleep let me vent my feelings.

Back in the past, there was only three feet of loess.

Will still resolutely separate us.

Now, thousands of miles away.

Who can split the dust in my heart?

It used to be your hands that held up my world.

Although there are no memories of "childhood", it is full of that small village.

It used to be my crying that cast a shadow over your world.

Even if the eyes are full of sadness, they still bloom.

Tonight, let me get close to your world again.

I would like to be an ignorant baby again.

In the early days of love

Lonely and happy bloom

Let all thoughts overflow.

Let the whole body's blood rush like the sea

Nothing can make Yutai wet with tears.

Nothing you say will make sadness fall into the sea of flowers.

Even though we are looking forward to meeting.

Can't get the arrangement of time and space

However, I still want to say

Goodbye ... my sincere love.

Come on! Let the flames visited today burn to ashes.

Never let a choked nasal sound wake you up from your dream again.

Let the pines and cypresses that have stood for thousands of years build the lintel for you.

Let the unchanging rock stratum accompany you to sleep quietly.

Don't get up in the morning fog.

Snowflakes are not allowed to fly.

Butterflies are not allowed to dance.

Lonely geese are forbidden to moan. ...

If there ever comes a day when

Rock cracks and ice spring dredging

I will also become a drop of water.

Quietly into your dreams.