Ash-like-thoughts, send her out of the door_
I dunno how much time is there for me to know you.
But I remember the umbrella that you opened over my head when the sun was roasting my head.
I do have thousands of reasons to hate you;
But when I stepped on the concrete, a foot ahead without moving my eyes from your eyes, you closed the umbrella without saying a word. Didn't move an inch, didn't utter a single word;
Wǒ shuō, Nǐ yīnggāi shì yīgè xíoaren, duì ma?
Nǐ shuō, nǐ zěnme shuō, naa...?
.......
Wǒ yīnggāi shuō.....na...?
The wind rolled over, the sandy mud from the road slammed over, and the street suddenly became a mess. Oh, was it a fake scenario inside my brain?
YOU ARE READING
_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
