Night
Light boat
Set the storm
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Backing to home
To the moon
Every tranquil dream

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Night

Icy breeze
Bring the snow

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Wishing in frost
See thy again
Every coming spring

Life is too short.

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But spring will come eventually, and I will meet you when the flowers bloom again.

There is a plum tree in my backyard. At the end of February every year, the buds will be covered with bare branches, and gradually a light pink plum blossom will appear, with a touch of sweet fragrance. At the beginning of April, the plum blossoms fade, and the backyard will be filled with petals.

 

From birth to decay, I witness the life of flowers every single year.

 

During the spring break of 2018, my goldfish died. I buried him under a tree and covered its small grave with withered flowers.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                  May 2018

Sinking to the digital
You come, driving the rime

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New moon every night

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Dreaming of the mortal
I realize, fleeting the time

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Same flower every life