The wind stopped and turned.
The rain stopped and the tears dried up.
The tree withered and the heart died.
No ring, no hope.
Spring flowers are no longer brilliant and give up.
The sun put away its warmth and betrayed it.
The moon is no longer charming and empathetic.
Starlight no longer shines, new love.
I see. Wait.
Maybe everything will be reborn, I hope.
3. Late-night prose
early morning
I have accumulated tears of missing.
A jigsaw puzzle folded into the Arc de Triomphe.
A string of memories became my curtains.
Fluttering in the wind
It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window.
I'm listening.
Does the rain cry, too?
4. Lotus
Tears in the morning rolled down my face.
The breeze wiped away the sadness with a gentle hand in vain.
Beautiful lips smell sweet.
It's like talking to heaven.
Put your hands together and pray to the sun.
Pray for the hope of tomorrow.
The duckweed under the lotus leaf is peeping quietly.
Looking forward to lotus tears as their delicious lunch.
The morning is bright.
Comfort is fading away the darkness.
The pace of ripples is still so slow.
Has nothing to do with the dust of the world
5.《? 》
Ask the sun, what is the sadness of the moon?
The sun is unusually quiet.
Ask the butcher, what is the sorrow of the sheep?
The butcher said, I think the sheep are alive.
Ask the sea, what is the purpose of the tsunami?
The sea smiled, and God created and destroyed it and sent me.
Ask the years, what is the idea of passing away?
Years are long, "let forgetting replace cause and effect"
Ask love, what is the label?
Beauty, money, unfulfilled promises