(1)
One hand slowly
tore off the calendar
The dream was not awakened
Still sleeping peacefully in the empty days
There is rain knocking on the window
It just wets the glass
Lying with a heart In comfort
Looking at time
The years are passing away bit by bit
(2)
Putting a bouquet of flowers Entering the vase
Feeling complacent
But forgetting the splendor outside
Being surrounded by eyes for too long
It has become a habit
The temptation of a cloud
It’s just a moment
Where the wind blows, there is falling red
It spreads all over the ground
It’s better to miss each other than to see each other
(3)
The moment the door opens
The dandelions have just taken off
Departure without destination is doomed
A lifetime of wandering
Even if pear blossoms fall on my shoulders
I still can’t write about the splendor and harmony of spring
The state of mind of letting go
(4)
Searching and searching
Mountains or mountains or rivers
The so-called poetry< /p>
As soon as I rushed out of my head
I was blown away by the wind
The road ahead
In addition to being vast, it is still vast
Whether
When the mood is not sunny enough
All the efforts are without trace
(5)
The four seasons rotate
< p> Flowers always bloomI just don’t know when
It becomes a flash in the pan
When the soul turns around
In fact, it falls Later, maybe
The brilliance of lack of will is
A shooting star rushing across