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Thousands of years later, I am still waiting here

I gradually realized the vicissitudes of life

There is a kind of beauty called despair

There is a kind of sadness called no regret

Every time I think of the person who planted trees

My heart is in turmoil

Afraid of thunderstorms, yet eager for a thunderstorm

Thousands of years of wind and sand, bruises all over the body

The trunk gradually turns into soil and becomes the scenery

The new branches are still guarding the roadside

二

I am just a tree

The years have witnessed my helplessness and grief

I only have a short life

Waiting for your casual look back

People see only the scenery

Just a tree on the roadside

People will pass by indifferently

Who can hear that sigh in the years

I miss the first planting, when the breeze comes

Gently swaying branches and leaves. Like a boy reciting poetry

But now, I don’t have the courage

Let you see my embarrassed appearance

三

I once had a beautiful tree facing the wind, but now

I can only maintain my original intention

Like a rainbow M88 gamein the sky. The cycle of seasons

What changes is the appearance, but what remains unchanged is the memory

The quiet years have changed my branches

Even the image. I said to myself countless times

Be sure to keep your most beautiful look

Photo album sealed in youth

The young man doesn’t know what it’s like to be sad and falls in love with the upper floors

Now that I have experienced all the sorrow, I can’t stop talking

Every time I read this, the corners of my eyes always feel sour

(Huang Wei)