季节(Season)
At the beginning, it was the crack of leaves breaking underfoot.
In the cold air of autumn,
there was the taste of sunlight.
I saw a ship cut through the waves
you moving through the crowded crowd, coming closer to me,
countless fireworks flashing past us.
Our shadows began to melt into one, turning into
strawberry cream,
kung pao chicken,
Mountain Dew.
At three in the morning, alarm startled the heartbeat of the streetlights.
The room filled with the scent of beach and sea.
When I laugh, you blush.
When you blush,
time slows down.
At this moment, leaves fly upward, and the rain is burning hot.
When the fog inside the car tangles our hair,
I step into your footprints.
I hear the wind whisper:
“Don’t get lost in the autumn dusk.”
Then comes the endless rain.
I am warming up.
You are cooling down.
Moonlight can no longer see us embracing.“
"Good morning!"
"Good morning?"
Even the air smells old.
Dust settles on everything.
A soft sound of breaking drifts in.
And then the world becomes very quiet.