Memory Feather
Memories float like feathers in the sky ~>>>Ending
In the glaring white mist, they walked with spring flowers. The florid colour overwhelmed the summer.
And they put the flowers against the bed with silver stones. On the edge the pink rose cloth covered the chaotic brown branches.
And they kept walking under the bright sun, leaving the blue echo in the mist.
The lights on the other side
Evening just passed away.
I was standing before the window,
With one hand pressing on the steel edge,
Without any shivering.
The wind touched my palm unavoidably.
In a hurry,
I put some colorless lines on the paper.
Ink froze.
