In the flow of years, the aesthetic happiness that has passed away

In the flow of years, the aesthetic happiness that has passed away

A person's wanton crying will arouse sympathy from whom;

A person's heart-wrenching memories, and whose memories can be awakened;

In the flow of years, that beautiful happiness

Moment

Only the wind chimes that were vaguely still fluttering remained

It was said that if you are not forsaken, you will love me;

In the blink of an eye

Now he has become a stranger who is no stranger;

Who can understand his thoughts;

Who can understand his intentions;

His memories who can know;

Who can understand his pain;

The mark that has been drawn countless times

That memory that has appeared countless times

Again and again came to mind

Piercing?

Sadly?

Having trouble breathing?

Tears?

None of these rhetoric is enough to describe the mood at the moment

It hurts, it hurts

Laughed and cried

And so what

I can only carry that sadness

fall asleep......