I like this kind of afterglow in late spring Like Nianjia Lake in the evening glow And its quietness with even waves calm with deep thinking Getting away from busy things is uneasy Just like stepping out of the bustling WeChat Moments I stroll around the lake or sit alone on a bench Without watching the clouds rolling up but just listen to the wind I forget the patience and boredom of time No one knows me. I may be waiting for someone But uncertain who he is Perhaps, I am waiting for a poem just as “Beyond the Smog” Since my mind is beyond all sails Looking at the distant sunset pouring down all its strength I talk to the wind I will not be lost in flower fragrance Though it is as strong as wine at night But I am not sure Whether a person’s dream will return to love |