My heart is horizontal.
Isolated the turbulence of the target.
give up
Always shaking the shrinking heart.
Emotional stagnation
Lost the direction of exploration.
stop
Look at the passing ferry.
Disappear comfortably and leisurely in the misty river.
wait for
My own ferry.
long-term
There are still no spot lights.
Lean against the window
I always hope that under the blue sky
Sunlight sparkled from the clouds.
But it happened that a cold wind was blowing.
Hope also disappeared.
Pull down the window.
Cover the curtains
Crying and sighing
A very short time.
Birds of a feather flock together.
An involuntary glance.
The window screens sparkled.
Rub your eyes with tears
Barefoot jump
Forget fatigue
Forget the secular world
At this moment.
Return to the truth
Regain warmth in the sun
Smell the smell of childhood