Chapter 6 memory
Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle
night, with the stars of the day.
On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have
Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers
nameless expansion
The fragrance of wild lotus,
The moonlight in every quiet place.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or
The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales.
The vastness in all directions is like a dream
Rippling with the wandering past in the center
Without a trace, anyone
know the picture,
The reflection of memory sinking underwater!