Love
Love is a kind of wine
Once drunk it turns into longing
How can we meet most beautifully
Where snow falls silently
Above the clouds
Looking back feels like a world away
Staring under the eaves
Stares fold into thick layered time
By the window the heart plucks rain threads like strings
Standing solemn gazing at distant mountains
Past events polite and reserved
Can you see the yellow ribbon in the wind
In a foreign land on clear days
Snow falls heavily
Running alone
Limbs grow strangely erratic
Haunting steps covered in thick dust
At the ambiguous border
A pink diary drifts around the corner
Among wild weeds
Christmas flowers bloom already
Gazing softly at the cloudy sky
爱是一种酒
饮了
就化作思念
如何在雪落无声处
让我们
最美地遇见?
云端
回首恍如隔世
檐下的凝望
望成了厚厚折叠的时光
窗前心拨雨丝如弦
肃立瞩望远山
往事 彬彬有礼
风中的黄丝带你看到了吗?
他乡晴朗的日子
大雪纷飞
一个人的奔跑
肢体也开始有些无端地古怪
出没于被厚厚尘土覆盖的阶梯
似是而非的交接地带
拐角飘来粉红日记
野草丛中
圣诞花已然
吟吟地望着多云的天空