Wedge

  The quiet night after

  Are there still wandering poets singing?

  Once

  Wandering at the fingertips of curved eyebrows

  Those warm breaths wrapped around me

  Who has ever carefully plucked every string

  Afterwards vague wings

  Are there still deeply hidden and illusory flowers blooming?

  Once

  Wandering in the deep sea like a blind angel

  A sorrowful song echoes through the ancient forest castle

  Who has carefully cultivated every leaf and blade of grass?

  Afterwards, the cool Bodhi

  Is there still a faint scent of fragrance wafting gently through the dust?

  Once

  The silken threads conceal the face, the postal road awaits the parted lovers.

  Incense smoke swirls down to the foot of the tree in the endless dusk

  Who has carefully searched for it, petal by petal?

  Half-hanging soft eyes

  Is there still a smile as charming as the green hills?

  Once

  Across three rivers, smoke and fire fell, the sailboat sank, floating clouds at the end of the sky and water.

  Who has carefully painted a screen and a curtain

  Then, another stroke of the pen erased the memory.

  Who silently bent down by the purple willow on the riverbank

  A lone figure in the fading light of dusk, blown by the gentle breeze.

  Only heard? The sigh of light travel without dreams

  It's a very deep night, with emotions wandering on the edge of confusion.

  People are clearly sleepy, but the silent and sleepless is an unchangeable habit. Letting one's heart wander quietly in the desolate sound, I don't know who is humming a song that will not be passed down, a dreamless journey.

  Many years ago, ask yourself, what do you want?

  The answer is, wanting to be pampered, wanting to be cared for, wanting the freedom to fly, and also wanting the other person to say frankly and truly that they love me. Any hesitation with a thousand threads of thought before and after will only lead to disappointment.

  Many years later, ask yourself, what do you want?

  I don't remember where I read it, but when a man opens his mouth to say "Marry you" is already the greatest compliment to a woman. Memories are faint and not forgotten, which year was it that I took off the first ring? Now I don't know where it's been discarded.

  Originally thought that one's goals were clear, but after going through life and death, it was realized that they had never been clear all along.

  That kind of confusion and uncertainty may also be because after many years, I still have nothing in my hands.

  It suddenly occurred to me that a woman with the surname An once said: When you love someone, you must love them as they are now. Never think about loving them in the future.

  It was after making a big mistake in youth that I deeply felt this truth.

  It was a sudden and complete break, without leaving any room for retreat. It wasn't until many years later that I realized the shock of the impulsive and absolute decision at the time, and ultimately regretted it, but by then there was no longer even an opportunity to apologize.

  A profound lesson has followed me for half a lifetime, lingering in both dreams and reality.

  What do you want? The consciousness that was dragged to the edge of the dream world by Zhou Gong did not seriously consider what it wanted, and if it had to give an answer, then perhaps some things always return to their original point in a cycle.

  Maybe it's about being pampered, being cared for, wanting to have the freedom to fly in someone's chest, and yearning for the other person to say emotionally in their ear: I can't live without you, you are my only one that will never change in this life.

  Perhaps in a few years, it will be a waste of life; originally, I have returned to simplicity and truth.

  What I want is just as simple as before.

  Outside the dark window curtains, one window without moonlight.

  The night is really deep, very deep.