Chapter 6 untitled

untitled give me your hand Let my shoulders block the world don't bother you anymore if love is not forgetting Suffering is not memory mark my words nothing will pass Even if only the last aspen tree Like an uninscribed tombstone stands at the end of the road Fallen leaves can also speak Fade and whiten in tumbling slowly freeze up Hold up our deep footprints Of course, no one knows tomorrow tomorrow starts with another morning then we will fall asleep