Note of July 2007
The wind in July blows the days in July.
We met here.
Last year, we had to go back to our respective places.
A lot of words, forgot to express.
Say treasure, with a hint of far-fetched and endless concern.
What should come will come, and we will meet again one day.
Is this to cover up the haggard, or a white lie?
I look at you, you look at me.
Everyone is looking for each other, looking for unknown answers and promises.
There was a moon climbing the treetops, and the carnival night was full of confusion.
The shadow of the sunset and the mind of running water are all stained with silent sadness.
Maybe we all have noble and fragile souls.
Sublime is classic, persistence is parting.
Don't want to make us too sad
Only through drunkenness and enthusiasm and warmth.
For the legend of years and dreams
From then on, we are like dandelions.
Wandering around the world, scattered around the world
The strange grass is more flexible in the sunset.
Hemerocallis came to reality and proudly forgot to greet each other.
From the ancient canal, an ancient west wind road slowly came to an end.
The whole outline was blown by the wind, which made a midsummer fairy tale.
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