Wrinkled photos,
Master with a vague face,
Where are you now?
After saying goodbye,
smiled and walked away,
The person who waved to you,
was missing.
We agreed not to forget,
We agreed to meet,
We are in different places, and
we are half and half.
Missing is really painful,
Forgetting will make you sad,
Being logged in invisibly,
Feeling uneasy about your avatar.
bit by bit,
word by word,
faint smile,
your appearance has been quietly outlined,
thus overlapping and overlapping with memory.
the chaotic crowd,
the wrong step,
the figure caught,
not what you look like.
a frown,
a broken tear,
erased for you,
not my palm.
the coldness at the fingertips,
the smile at the corners of the mouth,
the shadow of nothingness,
is your mark.
your appearance,
your appearance,
the appearance of going far,
the appearance of going far.