Dan K. Gui
Who opened the curtain for those forgotten years?
how many dreams you have in the flower season without rainy days.
The lips dyed the story red and melted the bitterness of the teenager.
tighten the wheel of history, but time never stops.
Those days gone by, glass with dust.
we can't cross the lonely river across our world.
The sun is hiding behind dark clouds, and the maple leaves are crying all over the floor.
Who is writing about life? The opening is so bleak.
Who soothes the soul with love and paints the ending in red?