On a sunny afternoon, the hands are gently tugged at a gentle pace
A group of children chased and giggled across the alley
Some people lead the puppy for a walk, and some people lower the brim of their hats and wait
I bent down against the wind to pick up the fallen jade fruit of the ginkgo
There are no dreams of butterflies, no chatter of dragonflies
There is no fluttering kite pulling the eyes of childhood
The temperature of the hot face of the red sun is like the softness of inadvertently touching the arm
Waves of broken waves, rippling unmanned night boats
Close your eyes and touch the breath of the wind
The night is so quiet, and the drizzle stirs the heart of the strong aroma of coffee
Dissolve into the sweetness of sugar cube fine sand, dissolve into the autumn rain of sycamore
Dissolves into the yellow leaves of the valley, like a pipa gently plucking the whimper of flowing water
Midsummer flies by, and the hustle and bustle is like a short hazy first love
Such a desperate run, such a crimson shyness
The past swept away like a tide, and the night engulfed the brightness
And I couldn't dodge, like I was in a daze from a car accident
