Hibernate…

Just a story
Between wine glasses and teacups
In a daze, rising and falling
No one wants to drink it all at once
That year's windowsill
Gradually filled with dark green moss
Sunlight passed by, rain and dew fell
Flowers became stories that have passed
Perhaps, just a fortunate meeting when looking up
Perhaps, exactly a persistent thought when looking down
Do you still look back?
The starry sky, like a celestial net
Two insects each holding half the moonlight in the night
Your light can't reach me
My dim light can't reach you
Meteors are free
And also resolute
You should have forgotten by now, right?
Do you know?
That day…
\Dandelions filled the sky
\I stood in the wind
\Like a stem that can't be blown away
......
Dormant
Before snow was born
I started to be quiet
Like branches that have lost all joy
Hiding myself in the breath of winter
Once snow comes\ there is no past or present
I vaguely understand
The direction of white clouds and the finale of the north wind
I feel a little restless, yet I still don't want to germinate
Just feeling the cornflowers
Blooming happily or unhappily
I turned the dreams of youth into old age
She is still herself, walking past me
Leaving behind a frost-red maple leaf
So, I can't see the season, can't see the world
Submerged in blurred leaf veins
Alone, drifting through the end of time and space...