dim light flashing
in front
of the damp street corner is
still a piece of
unintentional loneliness
,
looking at the steps step by step across the rain, the mottled lightly exposed in
the stone crevices,
the brow and the moon on that day, the
steps lead to a door There was a story in the
door , and
he told it to a
tree . The tree hole was covered with moss. They all liked wontons
. They were the family by the steps. They all liked to write books. She for him, or he wrote it for her . And the books I have written are like the clouds blown by the wind, spreading the thoughts of sleep, don’t care about what will happen in the end , let it be greedy in the depths of the dream, maybe there is a kind of wine whose name is not called miss, whenever you drink it, the mood is in the clouds It 's not a story, because nothing happened , it was a dim age, it was the Mood for Love, that era is gone forever , just like like the smoke in the wind, like the smoke that dissipates The shadow of the past , the dim light
According to the light rain,
according to the surprises
of the past, according to the partings of the past,
he speechless, his
heart is like the late moon
, that is not some kind of wine,
and it will not turn into thoughts after drinking,
so he raises his glass every night
, towards the year of the flower,
those who disappeared The years seem to be invisible through a dusty glass.
He has been missing everything in the past.
If he can break through the dusty glass, he will walk back to the long gone years.
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