The dark moonlight is too deliberate Obviously trying to illuminate you The dim light is too cold Trapped in an unforgivable situation The tired picture climbed up the wrist of memory In a pulse that never stops You are the loneliest freehand brushwork No cold no resentment no love Dust dream in the palm of my hand Walk in the leaves that have not been corrupted You are a cloud submerged in the sea of people In the reason that has not dispersed You are the strangest parting No reading no itching no silence Tears in the hair Want to turn into a wisp of silence and fly to you Stagger the world but still can't meet you Stay here neither see nor abandon编辑于2024/02/09更新