Chapter 69 painted (2)

Send it to the helpless reason. Your distant figure has gradually dimmed, I'm the only one who asks endlessly. When the night swallows the sun, Lost your regards. The cold rain embraces me who remembers, and the spring breeze remains in the air. give me forever Those are less important than a free mind (July 12, 2004) I am the towering tree in front of your steps, The years that call your name flow into the rotating annual rings. I am the creeper slowly spreading outside your window, Record the wrinkles of that helpless time. I just want to turn into the flying flowers all over the city, drifting through the morning of your life.

Melting into the first ray of sunshine rising on the horizon, Accompany you until the sunset. If I were that silent towering tree, Will tear off limbs and make you a windshield. If I were that endless creeper, Just cling to you stubbornly, feel the jumping body temperature. When you laugh, I am your forgetful eyes, Hiding quietly in the wind, sharing the colorful fallen flowers with you.When you are frustrated, I caress the broken wound and wipe away the tears you shed alone. Or, I'm a nameless postman, Every morning just to see you sleepy when you receive the letter. Don't laugh at my spring infatuation,

Life has never had this immature memory. Forget me, we never met, I'm just a strange passerby beside you. But look at me, look at me again! Because of our eternal name, youth! (September 4, 2004)