It's all doomed
I am a puritan of my heart
Decomposing all remaining emotions
in the Human World with Reductionism
At first it was full of snow
When the snowing ends, it will be a
silent morning, calm
very, very calm
Churning coffee unconcernedly
On such a calm morning
The whole world suddenly snowed again
With a person's shadow
Many years have passed
The bottom of the bottle occasionally
Pops up a series of footsteps, a word and
A smile, they slowly melt away
The only thing that cannot be broken down is
The unbridled glance in the graduation season
like a gem in the moonlight
Occasionally in the dead of night flickering from
A memory box
About the Creator
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