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Poetry: The old times are choked and unspeakable, and the sunset is long overdue

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Poetry: The old times are choked and unspeakable, and the sunset is long overdue

喧嚣

When the twilight is heavy

The whole world is in a quiet hustle and bustle

Smoke curls around the hut

A small boat gets lost in the rippling waters

The sunset on the edge of the clouds is shining silently to guide it

The plants and trees greedily breathed in the scent of flowers in the air

The old times are choked and unspeakable, and it is long overdue to shirk the sunset

At this moment, I am writing poems and the sunset has risen and fallen for decades

A layer of golden snow fell on the sideburns

After the hustle and bustle fell silent, they looked at each other without a word

Poetry: The old times are choked and unspeakable, and the sunset is long overdue

Please stay with me

The 520th train arrives at the end of the line

The sun gently shines on the rose garden of the fairytale town

Colorful butterflies flutter all over the sky with red petals

The world is still and the wind is falling

The sun still hovers in the heart of the sky

Dispel the gloom for it

Frost and snow cooled the blazing rain of rose petals

It still embraces the night against all odds

The gentle and fiery rose stem thorns reach the bottom of the heart without reservation

Please stay with me

Love you, love you

Poetry: The old times are choked and unspeakable, and the sunset is long overdue

熹光

The lyrics and music that are recited at the end of the story

Counting down the time with a loud bang

Pacing towards the lonely stars entwined in the night

Gaze at the slanting shimmer of the treetops reflecting the texture of the leaves

The mottled light and shadow are all poured into the eye as far as the eye can see

The wind is upside down and entangled, and the petals are tumbling and falling

Mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars are all concrete images of love

The narrow alleys float the fragrance of wine and shine on the long street

Light bathes the end of the abyss

The years are like water, and they grow into leafy trees

Author: Cheng Tai Picture @ Sakura classmates

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