little bottle in the hand
filled with ordinary days
all affairs all events
and familiar passers-by
seeing each other through the reflection
all kinds of joys and sorrows
fingers crossed tightly
the cover-up from the beginning
floating away with its shadow
silences are all folded and collapsed
behind them another self hind
talking with imperfect tone
going through blossoming gorgeous swirls
wind blowing in haste, meanwhile the flower blooms and the sun sets
time is answering my doubts
the wishes I made
paved the Milky Way in the ends of the world
waiting for you wandering here to hold my hands
the floating little bottle
the way I faking cry and smile
is it crazy or childish
is it sorrowful or innocent
sometimes yearning stings
sometimes it shines
fingers crossing tightly
the sincere in the eyes
reflects images of each other
finally let go
lock it in the box
writing the new stories
silences are all folded and collapsed
behind them another self hind
talking with imperfect tone
going through blossoming gorgeous swirls
wind blowing in haste, meanwhile the flower blooms and the sun sets
time is answering my doubts
the wishes I made
paved the Milky Way in the ends of the world
waiting for you wandering here to hold my hands