Poetry no longer hesitates which song it is.

The night is quiet.

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