date
A cycle that repeats
There is no beginning and no end
Swallows come and go in the form of geese
Replace spring and autumn
The grass has dried up
It also sprouts
Flowers do not have a hundred days red
My youth
My gorgeousness
Erosion in the years
Mottled like the shadows of leaves on a boulevard
Ethereal like a desolate horse's head harp
Burning passion
Paid for that era
Once upon a time
miss
Clogged every pore
See each other in your dreams
Drowned stories
Unable to germinate after rain
Beating heart
Spray out the glow of the setting sun
Residual temperature
Still warm
There are not many regrets