温暖的小词环
融融的触感，融化的小草
踩着冬日的寒气
撑一把蓝色的挡风伞
慢慢 walking through the cold night
watching a thousand people pass by
dying in an open doorhole
reaching out to say goodbye
feeling the weight of silence
the softness, a faint whisper
squeaking gears below
till you finally come to the shore
and then just vanish into the night
without any explanation, no sound
just a silent moment
pouring out all that I know
mumbling "I miss you" in my cells
the words of people who walked by me before
till their disappearances fill the void
thinking about what it feels like to walk on a blank page
to stand without any words
looking at the light as if someone else has been walking beside me
like the way my breath comes out in thin air
all that I can't say, just feel it
the silence of a city, the rust of a river
till the last note fades away, leaving only the echo
the silence of time
冬日的独白
snow falls gently, like a stream
the weight of winter washes through me
stepping onto a cold floor
watching the people pass by in silence
their shadows fall at night
the warmth that comes from coldness
like a soft, steady beat
the sound of wind passing through the trees
silence turning to whisperings
as if someone is walking beside me
till I find myself alone again
just standing there, without words
the silence growing between us
like a river flowing into the sea
the land before it
thinking about the people who walked by me
their absence fills my heart
like a thin line, the edge of time
the wind carrying them away
till they disappear with me
just like that
the silence of winter turning to the echo
of the people walking beside me
the thin line between us
the weight of time
我孤独的回声
a silent word I make in my cells
the softness of words that have never spoken
the silence that follows a whisper
squeaking gears behind me
pouring out all the thoughts I can't articulate
the silence of time itself
the thin line between us
till we reach each other
and then disappear into the night
without any words, only the echo
the silence of time
