Works
lit. don't know how the flowers fall or how the embers think of each other
Author:
Categories: words and feelings
Statuses: Updating
Floating splendor is like a dream, the red dust comes and goes in an empty space. The blossoms have fallen, but the thoughts of love will not be embers. Fade away the splendor, the gentleman's heart remains unchanged. I don't think about it, but I can't forget it. A life as a dream, a life of drunkenness, a life of thoughts and memories, a life of love. When I was young, I traveled to the building at night, and I was left alone with the flowers. The night tour of the building, leaving that smile alone. I was heartless, you gave me the heart, gave me love, but I want is not the heart, between you and the river and mountain, I want, is the blood-stained river and mountain....