Modern poetry with meteors streaking across the dreamland.

My mood is like countless broken glass on the ground.

The attic leans against the window.

Your shadow goes far away and disappears in the setting sun.

Summer cicadas sing softly.

I have to look for your old smile in this whisper.

Under the oiled paper umbrella, Graceful posture

Pure smiling face

Rooted in my mind over and over again

The words on the arch bridge are happy in the air

The vows of love go straight into the sky

I don't know if that afternoon dusk

was you accidentally passing by or intentionally meeting

through the window to talk, lingering still

with your fingers entwined, and you really loved it

. Look at the weeping willows on both sides of the strait

going away one by one

in the dim light of the setting sun

like a bride to be married

reciting poems, Playing the guzheng

the sound and feelings are filled with the sky at the foot of the flowing water

Is that meteor your burning love

Galloping towards me with a long tail

I feel my body getting lighter and lighter

I'm stepping on the void in the illusion. The steps

meet in the night sky of the water town

From then on, our figure will be frozen forever. Dear heart, empty night

Empty eyes with glittering and translucent tears

Meteors still across the water town

Is there still a piano in the smoke wave

Is there still a love story in the smoke wave?