Inadvertently, the wind kisses your face again
In the cool morning light of April
Soft apricot blossoms cling to the branches
Put your hands around your shoulders
You look at the sky, half a round of red sun spray thin
Like your deep and even lips, full of lonely fangs
I greeted the first rays of sunshine
At the same time ingest your incense
You see an apricot blossom leaning feebly on the windowsill
The clear eyes were slightly sad
Tears welled up under his eyes
Silently dripping on my sleeve
This slowly faded away from the tear stains
In the silent gaze
Drop a wisp of incense and turn around
Place the open window and gently cover it
