Overlaid by the infinite expanse of your remembrance
As fog blankets the winter withered lake
The moonlight wanders on the waves
On tiptoe, she walks in the garden of blue white flowers
At the desolate foothill, sits an inconsolable schoolboy
Yearning for rain
Raindrops spreads and dissolves
Memories in me, like ink in water
My caged world
can now transiently fly
on the wings of clouds.
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