Afternoon sun
Wind of bamboo forest
Morning rain and dew
I saw life.
A puzzling idea
Dream of flying
Lonely wandering
When I came back,
My heart is no longer wandering
The same rainbow
Not the same youth
I'm just like you.
Different elegance
revolt
When you are mature, you will get old.
review
Vicissitudes have been written
Load, gradually disappear
Love is still in my heart.
Year, month, day, time, minute and second.
I was thinking-you