I am on a green blade of grass.
I am opening my sleeping flower heart.
I didn't say "forget me" to anyone.
Morning and evening.
I can only rely on myself.
I am not the tears of the stars.
Nor is it a bright pearl.
I am who I am.
A drop of pure dew
Few people pay attention to me I don't complain.
So-what?
A sunny and charming morning
I will sublimate into a flower.
Beautiful white clouds
2 Xi Murong "Maturity"
The dream of childhood faded.
No longer just want to be one of them.
A winged elf
moonlit night
Lean against the window
Are gradually slender hands.
Stick your hot cheek against the stone fence.
In the shadow of ancient ivy.
There are fireflies swimming.
No longer keep a diary like a running account.
Replaced with dense
Blurred handwriting
In dark blue and light blue tears
With an unknown statement.