Gradually distant. Gradually apart (re-polishing it to be more artistic)
Even with splendor, it disappears as soon as you turn around.\ \ Gradually parting, the red notes grow cold\ Gradually nowhere to speak of longing\ Gradually expressing grief over separation, gradually writing about the past\ Eventually, the sky turns cold, sleeves thin, unusually frail\ Gradually exchanging acquaintance for silence\ Gradually giving all tenderness to the rivers and mountains\ Gradually letting wind and rain erode the lush appearance\ Gradually exchanging the cyclical years for joy and sorrow, separation and reunion\ Gradually going farther, gradually parting ways, gradually hurting\ Gradually bleak, gradually chanting and singing, gradually disordered\ Watching the blossoms gradually bloom and fall, gradually silent\ Watching the setting sun gradually hide and fade, gradually without light\ Gradually cold, gradually chilly, gradually bitter, gradually weary\ Gradually loving, gradually hating, gradually worn down by fleeting time\ Gradually, each returns to their own path\ Thus, gradually meeting and gradually parting\ Eventually, later, the right hand meets, the left hand parts\——————\ Haven't posted this kind of post for a long time; I remember when I first came to 7723, Qian was a literary youthful type.
Replies (7)
I looked at it for a long time and didn't understand~ until the end I realized the original poster was using their right hand, right hand, hand, 's'...
— All replies loaded —