Author: Yang Junjie
(1) frost
On the green leaves, residual frost
Are you really waiting for someone to appreciate it?
That swaying, I think.
Looking forward to a perfect encounter?
Unfortunately, it's a little small.
(2) the last wish
Afterglow across the hillside
Slide to my side and whisper
Before night comes.
I want to take you there.
Listen to the nightingale.
(3) another possibility
Dry and cold air makes people tired.
Dreaming a bleak dream in fatigue
Ignorance brought by youth and willfulness
It ends another possibility.
Now, every moment of that time
It's all in pieces
It was broken by the music box.
(4) Rain on strangers.
I want to take off your mask.
Look at you, okay?
Gentle eyes, pouring out
Helpless sadness
Cold rain, desolate scattered all over the floor.
In the face of this strangeness
My idea is a bit absurd.
This cold and biting rain
It's not without temperature
It shows itself enthusiastically.
Let's describe it.
Desperately follow autumn and winter
Robbery and murder
It's April, and it's revived.
A hard-won good situation of blunt knife injury
Swords, axes, blades, old trees and new flowers are breathing weakly.
Xiaoxiang buried flowers last night.
The peach blossom autumn window is stormy.
Beauty knows heaven with her poor life.