lightly , the rock-colored sandy beach
, the fragile expressions of a few drunk people, the clear eyes,
like changing but simple clouds and fog
gradually drying out the footprints
Shallow ruts,
rusted boats,
slowly gathering people, shadows in the bonfire, and music, sitting quietly on the plain among the mountains, swaying slightly, smiling, quiet and peaceful, neither surpassing nor falling, just with the music. Does that exist
? When people are separated, we will cherish the opportunity to communicate with each other more. Every word is simple but has weight The things that I dare not grasp at all, these things that exist in the air and the soil are unbelievable. How can I try my best to get a weighty touch only when I am the most calm.
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