Passing by the city with your (modern poem) welcome to leave a message

"Passing through the city with you"

Cars, constantly interspersed on the edge of the city

Roll down the car window and watch the view that regresses fast

Trying to find it in this strange city

Places where you've been

Even your familiar figure

Unfortunately, it was never discovered

The place you once said in your mouth

All I know is that I passed through the city with you

Although passing through bustling intersections

But numb in the cornerstone forest

Cars, constantly flying in front of your eyes

Looking hopefully at the rolling windows

I'm always afraid of missing your familiar face

Even if it's a layer of windows

pity

Can't see your familiar look back

Cold dian in the cornerstone forest

Look forward to that second of freeze-frame

Minute by minute, every second is lost in the unfamiliar street

Stared hundreds of times into the rolled-down windows

But I missed your look back

(I forget how many years ago I wrote it in Guangzhou)

continue:

Once upon a time, every time you passed through a city, it reminded you of memories that happened in that city, some people, some things. There are those who have loved, those who are still connected, those who are sad, and those who rejoice.

Some people say that only when you miss it do you know how to cherish it, but the department, I said, is worth remembering if you miss it. Regardless of sorrow, no matter joy, those who are related to you are precious, and cherishing the person in front of you is the most important.

Do you say yes? Do you feel that way?