Think of the past or old acquaintances
It's old.
Like a childhood kite.
year after year
In which corner?
With the memory broken.
Let go of childhood dreams.
Broken memories also have wings.
I dropped it again because it was broken.
Fall into a dreamy cloud
Think of the past or old acquaintances
Is it the line that pulls the March sky?
My heart is involved, so heavy.
Chasing under your feet and flying lightly
Chasing something, like the wind.
Chuncaoshen
Guys, go in and hide.
Who's howling at the throat?
Startled, butterflies fall.
Whose smile have you bitten?
Whose nose itches?
Flowers are also happy.
Such as burping each other and licking armpits.
It's like rolling
Laughing on the dazzling barren slope-