想

想

三点了

记忆抽出的丝

织成茧了吧

包裹着自己

一个秋一个秋的活着

在我爱的故乡里

泪变成小孩时

再遇见你又会是何种模样

是视线慢慢模糊了

是脑海的过往渐渐枯萎了

是锁在身体里记忆变模样了吧

不在了吧

也不去想了

喜欢秋吗

听你说

植树的季节并不在这个时候

而风来了

说

“可惜了”

我也笑自己

我爱的事物

来的早去的也早

像风一样

不用去靠近云的方向

等待的秋

不学叶的流浪

几年前心口放的风筝

也悄悄地断了弦

偷着走的

不止是谁的脸庞

谁的手掌

像风一样  去想

想忘记你的脸庞

和你曾温柔过天际的手掌

Missing

The memory of the silk.

Woven into cocoon?

Wrapped myself.

One autumn, one autumn alive.

In my hometown I love.

When tears become a child.

What is it like to meet you again.

The sight slowly blurred.

It's the brain that's fading away.

Is the memory locked in the body

changed？

It's not here.

Don't think about it.

Do you like autumn?

Listen to you.

The season of planting trees is not at this time.

And the wind came.

Said,

"it's a pity".

I also laugh at myself.

I love things.

Comes early and goes too early.

Like the wind.

Keep away from the clouds.

Waiting for autumn.

Without learning the wandering of the leaves.

The kite of the heart was put several years ago.

Also quietly broken string.

Steal away.

Not only whose face,

Whose palm.

Like the wind to think.

Want to forget you face,

And the palms you've been gentle across the sky.