"Go Away Before Getting Old" Ma Hua
As soon as the cicada cries on the branches, the sky will cool down
The cold a
"Go Away Before Getting Old" Ma Hua
As soon as the cicada cries on the branches, the sky will cool down
The cold air surges into the crown of the tree, deleting it wantonly
Messy as the local autumn
There are more and more pine needles on the skirt, tender and sharp
Looking for the corresponding in the warm and cool breasts
The hem of the skirt insists on twisting
Driving the rest of summer away in the night
When the nightingale sings in a dream, people grow old
Twilight covered the quilt, rolling left and right
Closing the undulating roof
The life in the fantasy became increasingly thin and tasteless
Passed it The thick bile is diluted into clear water
The boy is still running hard
Chasing the unnecessary self away in the moonlight
As the days pass by on the street, his hands tremble Get up
The words leaked out of the fingertips and were flying in the air
Crawled all over the old wall that was about to collapse
The dust on the feet kept changing, from bitter to salty
Let the blurry scenery change its appearance
My legs don’t know their strength
Take the remaining steps before getting older