(Old Dreams)
Seagulls hanging low in the sky, catching the moonlight
The sunset throws away the heavy heart and enters the spring evening town
The ship moored on the shore was quietly contemplating
The cold reef caresses the breath of the sea
The night wind crushed Xinning's evening clouds and sprinkled stars on the surface of the lake
The sparkling spring is thrown at yesterday's warm waves
The story continues to lapping in the waves
A lot of seeds are germinating
Woke up that night
The old dream of last night blew towards the lake
Calm as if it hadn't come
(Wanderer)
The wanderer who left home drew the round hometown full moon in the palm of his hand
He put the soil outside the old house into his pocket
Put on the guitar Years like songs
The sea here is not so calm
Tears flickered in the silent night
The neon here obscures the crescent moon
The shallow night is full of desire
The melody of the guitar floats through the ears of the old city walls
The old cat who enjoyed the sun squinted at the steps of the spring day and danced in pieces
Crowds of people returning home are waiting for sunset
Under the street lamps, the lost wind waits for the late stars
When the stars close their eyes
I saw the wanderer's hand growing thorns in that mighty river
(Ending)
Many stories have not yet ended
Those flowers bloom in the wilt
A train full of stories tells slowly on the tracks
Listening wildflowers with trickle-down eyebrows
The white smoke of the whistle whistled to the end
The heartstrings of the guitar stir the feelings of the spring breeze
In the bag of the sunset downstream
The loess was scattered with the dust of fortitude
Ideal eyes with tears sincere as ever
Keep going
Continue to shallow nostalgia summer flowers
About the Author:
Van Gogh's Ears: My heart is a soft garden, her melancholy of the setting sun, and the warmth of the spring breeze. She longs to open in the heart of a lover.