Look at grandpa's old photos again.
The season when Sophora japonica blooms.
The smell is drunk—
The heart of brothers and sisters
Happy smiling face instantly freezes.
What a charming scene.
Disappointing lacrimal gland
I can't help asking-
Broken bead chain
With all kinds of helplessness and sadness.
Night is like a lonely sword.
Cut my heart mercilessly
A heart lock that I thought was rusty.
But fragile enough to be punctured by a needle.
Thinking about the river of time
It can dilute my memory a little.
But the sediment at the bottom of the river
The more punches, the thicker the accumulation.
Like the sadness in my heart
And deeply miss it.
There is no pain in heaven.
Your love is far away.
But I want to look forward to it.
You can tell by a skill.
White clouds all over the sky
Not all of them are your kind smiling faces.
Every windy day
I always have to go back.
Grandpa's words: "
My breasts are back! "
Stay with me all the way