Noise and Stillness in Old Days
The old clock twitches, counting slow long hours;
Dull silence yawns, gazing at the scene—
Frost edges gleam on the cup’s rim that towers;
Winds low in spirits trudge up mountains green.
Yet night glows bright with hues of countless kinds;
Those fleeting moments never bow to reins.
The world and sky are lazy to find—
How this mortal realm first took its chains...🌘✨ 02062026 ©LanZhan
安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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