Is a Man's Gentleness a Sin?
Memory
My friend, my confidant, my lover, do you still remember that memory? It is deeply rooted in my heart.
The memory is buried with the poetry we composed together, struggling to revive in my dreams again and again.
I dare not cry, but every time, like pearls falling, it is not weakness, but my persistent love and promise.
I always try to erase this unintended accumulation, but it always tortures me in an aggressive way. I'm too lazy to manage it.
I shut myself up in a prison. Don't laugh, how many people can surpass the worldly?
Sometimes tears can purify the soul, is a man's gentleness a sin?
I wish to die in memory, I wish to revive in memory, to experience and enjoy this blissful torment in the process of dying and reviving…
This is my own corner.
Life is short, and the night is long, I wish to brew poems and texts slowly like a wine, and give you a warm little garden.
Author: Wind Dance Dust
Editor: Willow Dance in the West Wind
Editor: Half an Acre of Flowers
Advisor: Wind Dance Dust
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