My roses are isolated from the world
The evening breeze brings the greetings of the night
Brushed the hair, exuding tenderness
Moonlight also chooses to walk down the stairs in search of freedom
Outside the window, there is only amorous rain
Kissed the fragrance of the stamens
A coat of green smoke obscured my eyes
Your vows toss, wandering in the extinguished cigarette
The thin back locked my gaze
Your pace takes away the spider plant of the probe
My roses are isolated from the world
It's too late to enjoy a momentary stay
The transfer of love
Fingertip butterflies hug plain white paper
What was once good has changed its taste
I walk through the corridor of time
Your steps have long since changed direction
There, the green silk is growing
The fluttering fragrance of flowers dressed her in makeup
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Do the returning pigeons remember your name?
The moonlight is getting cooler, beside me
All that's left is the absurdity of the past
Dreams set sail
The reed grass walked through the dusk
The sea breeze churns the mast sails facing the unknown
There is a new rain behind me, sending me to set sail again
The wings of an egret count the scales of a fish
The majestic mist of water can't stop it
Stop me, lean against the deck and listen to the hometown on the other side
The moment the sun sets
The waves of sea cheer overshadow the confusion
Perhaps, it is not so difficult to leave home
Just to burn the last bloom of the self
The fervor of youth is youthful frivolity
It is gradually hot in the sea and sky
Author: The past follows the wind
Figure @ Past & Loss
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