Little Times
In that pale summer day,
Bare feet counted our sweetness.
Stretch out your hand and touch the air lightly.
The breath in your mind is blank and has no memory.
A light-year distance,
We will never meet again.
True love,
Who can go to the end,
At the beginning, it was my exclusiveness,
You gave it to me in your life Which chance encounter.
At the farewell crossing,
I silently send you off, holding your lover in hand,
The pear blossoms are scattered on the ground,
Throw away the flowers,
And my memory that turned white!