You left in such a hurry.
No farewell.
I came to night.
Guarding our yesterday.
Missed one after another.
A poem is another poem.
I told those geese
Goose said to give it to autumn
Pass it to the tree in autumn.
The tree painted my heart on the leaves.
Today, this mood began to fly.
I think there will be a piece in front of you.
Touch you gently
It's full of my wishes.
I want to say goodbye to August.
Because the warmth of summer is dry.
Spiders can't circle in their nests.
Spit out the last trace
Lock yourself up in autumn.
From now on, I can't leave home.
The poem "Miracles Never Happen in Missing" by Arctic Jun.