Thoughtful

The past is like dust, dissipated with the wind.

Three thousand troubles, don't mess with my heart.

The red dust is quiet, and the peak is alone.

Where the stars are shining, the way is blurred.

Laughter in the past, silence now.

Looking back and not in love, brushing the sleeves of green silk.

9 December 2017

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