Winter Flowers Burying Souls
One
The winter frost condenses the blood and blossoms in the fragrant bushes, and the sentiments sob around Suzhou.
The sound of the sky leaves a dark mark on the dome, and the remaining rays of light trace the shadows of desolation.
Second
The cold moon travels in the sky, wearing a funeral robe, and the stars are hollowed out like a poem.
Long-cherished thoughts are engraved on plain silk and red ink, and old paper books are sealed with long-lasting dreams.
Third
There is no sadness in the dead hills at night, no tears in the fallen leaves and branches.
The sirens sing songs with residual tunes, and the wind whispers leave no trace of resentment or sorrow.
Fourth
Sixteen years have passed, and long-cherished wishes have sprouted to break through the cold and desolate weather.
O Yulang, I paint thousands of petals with the aurora,
The fragrance of the lips erodes the bones and enters the liver and intestines, and the blue flames flicker in the pupils...🌘✨ 01272026b ©LanZhan
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