Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Turn the yellow title page over page by page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
youth
This is a sloppy book.
Second youth
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I miss her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A sky full of clouds and cicadas in my ears
In the silent forest
One third of youth
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a detailed and accurate blueprint
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.