This March, I walked carefully.
I don't know if I can get water
Starting from the meridian
Get the direction of autumn
I want my short sentence to pass through the ambush in autumn.
My arms get tense when it's cold.
Looking back, it will be very shocking.
I don't know the footprints behind me
Is it like a wine glass?
Holding the moon
I began to believe in my ordinary, my secular.
not worth a penny
I put a sentence on the long slope behind the mountain.
Let the leaves cover its body
But I don't know.
Which leaf's tears
The whole autumn will be forgiven.