Poetry·The beauty of the past
I thought
Gently wave goodbye
Everything is over
I thought
You will take away everything you have
No longer have intersection with me
But your shadow
Still floating in my mind frequently
Make me have to remember
The beauty of the past
Good past
Like an exquisite album
Every picture
Are all traces of life
Every smiley
All stars that never fall
No amount of joy is too much
Even with some tears
Those passionate moments with you
Like a beating flame
Always warm my heart...
