Decadentruins Poem by sky liu

Dream burning in the river bank,
It's like giving up an old dress.
Not enough.
So you get lost in your mind.
Is the only one.
Long cherished,
I can't bear to give up.
Is it a heavy and long-term accumulation?
Entangled in fragile minds,
A sudden blow,
Crushed to rubble,
Buried at the bottom of the lake,
Attract fish and crabs to indulge in recklessness.
The gentle surface of the lake is ironed by the wind.
Ignore the variation of the soul.
Willow shoots are charming in the mist.
They scorn the abandonment of sensibility.
Happiness is a short rest in the garden.
Dreaming of a long epic in Wooden House Library,
The sunshine across the opposite bank.
Can't see if it's time to silently mourn?
Silence in the cold.