The aftertaste of spring, the words of falling flowers
Wentu/Yi Han
The April sun shuttles through the foliage
The shadow of the flowers is swaying, reflecting whose face
Light and shadow are intertwined, and the mountain peaches are withering one by one
Each petal hides the deep poems of life
The pain and lightness of falling flowers, whispering between the lines of poetry
Sadness and brightness converge into a wordless melody
In your memory, your eyes are as deep as the sea when they are half-opened
The bangs cover your face lightly, making it difficult to see the light in your depths
With a gentle breeze, I pick up your petals
The poems on the paper are jumping, dancing with the pearls
My pupils flickered, and it was the sparkling waters of your heart
Trying to decipher the secrets that you came with me
However, I found that the words were so pale and weak
Reading between the lines, you can't write your depth
Your bloom and withering, prosperity and loneliness
Resolute and pure, like a meteor bright and short
I love this ever-changing world and invite you to share it
But I am even more greedy for the eternal blooming light in your eyes
Paper is short and long, and the years are long
Speechless, ancient and modern, I would like to be with you
In the flow of each moment
Feel your scent, it's picturesque
In the lines of poetry in April, engrave your silhouette
2024/04/19
