【Thoughts】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
The night fills most of the winter day
All those unknown thoughts
All from the darkness of countless solitary beings
Slowly, penetrate every word
It is a word that does not reach the meaning as soon as it is opened
Spend half a day, kneading countless wordless white papers
It is a shadow counted in the moonlight
The loneliness of a man
【Miss, miss】
I never forgot it when I was young
I'm just in time for that
It has become a regret that I can't go back
The time is not right, the age is not right
Not even the joy in my heart
Irreparable, irreparable
To miss is to miss
【Winter Snow】
Cinnabar dot ink, wind and moon gentle for bone
The style of winter to the end of the day is written a little more
There is no pure white, and it should be fresh
You smell
Winter winds are the chill of snow
If there is sleep
The pillow must also be wind and snow
No winter snow
The poet's pen is also inexhaustible
Peel off the memory bit by bit
The white moonlight that falls into the heart
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.