【Short-lived】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
When dusk is over
There should be a quiet evening breeze
These cross the spring day
Blown between the eyebrows of early summer
The stay was so short
There are also things as perishable as this twilight
We are in this life
So, love yourself
Love every joy too
【Old Summer】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
Grandparents sat in front of the door with a fan
Shake slowly
The evening wind blows away the cries of frogs and bugs
Look up and see the galaxy shining
Finger Dipper, smile at the morning glory weaver girl
The adults were laughing at their laughter
Children hold up lamps and grasp young cicadas
It was the height of summer that I remember
It's been many years
Later, the cicadas barked again and again
But I have never blown such a gentle wind again
Never seen a star so bright again
【May Dusk】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
May ambush
Write tenderness to every flower
Rose hid in the wall
On the other side, open the eagerly
Still a short twilight
The evening breeze blows
Softly it was her kiss
There is a petal of flowers, exactly
Fall on fingertips
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.
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