Like snowflakes in cold winter
Stay on the branch
The brush is turning into a monotonous pale color!
But I can't calm the ripples on the branches,
So light
gently
Give up the bondage of pain
Took away the helplessness of giving up.
Fly ~
Insist ~
depressed
Inhabit under the roots of trees
Kissing the residual temperature mixed with earthy breath.
Dissolved and shattered Ying Hui's crystal.
Eliminate stubborn beliefs.
done
Infiltrate into the cold soil
A wound with wet (torn) marks.
Still sad about the back of that tree?
Between confusion and trouble.
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But as the trees sway in the wind
The whole poem is read lightly in a soft, slow and fluttering tone.
Space just means pause.
I can't say the specific shortcomings.
After all, I don't even know my shortcomings. ......