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Love left by country roads
It may be a kind of happiness to be around you.
But I can only close my eyes.
Learn to describe your smiling face when you look back.
I'm afraid of waking up specious and mumbling.
Stick to a barren and dying love story
When I grow up, I still wander at the fork in the road when I was young.
The trees planted at that time were loved for nothing.
Negligently
Dandelions blown away by the wind fell to the ground.
Another carefully cultivated fertile soil, smiled.
Just whitewashing acidic props.
Write a poem until dusk
Dreaming of the roadside in the Woods
Grass can understand our silent words.
Tears of fear of crying wet the tip of the knife.
I believe in the morning dew.
Collected this love that is about to be forgotten
Remember that yellow dirt road?
We snuggled up to this little poem with the same spectrum.
But today's desolation and loneliness
I'm afraid it also learned to crawl under white clouds.
Recall the sadness of fallen leaves in autumn and dusk
I took thousands of vows, but
Just to decorate an abandoned game
You are standing in the middle of flying butterflies.
Singing and resting after waking up.
But my dry memory
Always looking at your fading back.
Thinking about the sunset can make you look back suddenly.
That road is not as long as you think.
No sooner had we moved than it was over.
You turned the globe and said that we would meet again at the starting point.
I believed it, smiled and waved goodbye.
But I forgot. ...