"Wandering"

Idle to play words and lean against the window,

Qianmo red dust picks up the fragrance of books.

Laying pages on plain paper remembers the beauty,

Linger alone.

One thought goes up and the other falls,

Wandering the people on the plane trees.

A sad dream,

I don't want to hurt the sky.

- Blue rain in the city

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