Such a dawn

Such a dawn

There are a few stars

Still blinking in front of the window

Shallow morning light

There I have a keyboard in memory

Hit a few arbitrary keys

Splash out of the slight ripples

and

Long lost sweet and sour

There is a forgotten poem

Someone actually clicked on it

There is a clump of mountain chrysanthemums

It also illuminates the distant Akiyama

If there is no desire

Maybe there wasn't a reunion

If not sharpened

Maybe there will be no butterfly changes

If there is no stinging

I don't know the truth

Maybe it's just out of reach

Only then can it be interpreted to perfection

That's it

The days are still calm

It can be as strong as wine

Can be like a chrysanthemum

It comes and goes

Glitz

I'm ordinary