The pouring red rain brought back memories, how shallow they were.
At that time it was just a farewell, but once we say goodbye, it is difficult to see each other again.
The acquaintance that cannot be erased, the sorrow that cannot be dispersed.
What I kept silently watching in the night was my blurred face.
When and where we will meet, it has been determined by our past.
Wandering around looking for old traces, the figure lingering in spare dreams.
Chasing, escaping, tears rippled under the moonlight.
On the missing rummaging desk, a pair of paper mandarin ducks stood out.
Only admiration, but no affection. Love is too sloppy to reach.
The attention in silence is subtle, but warm in the heart.
No need to show off, just for a smile.
We never walked hand in hand but we held hands to encourage.
That attention shines in the confused and depressed night alley.
That smile freezes the trajectory of life here.
That encouragement, I returned it with a smile.
The scene at that time was exactly the same as the dream.
It was just that I was careless and forgot about the bumps in the road.
Meeting each other by chance is enough.
When I said goodbye, I just smiled happily.
It's just that time has passed and the memories have faded.
Moonlight is also diluted.
I walked slowly under the pear tree and put the paper mandarin duck aside.
Even if thousands of years pass, this place will not be forgotten.
This night, the pear blossom rain fell slowly under the bright moonlight.
The paper mandarin ducks sway slowly in the breeze.
A pair of eyes not far away were moist.
