Rowing our the waves,
seeing clear water below your days,
I thought the flowers of the
road still kept blooming.

We traveled a lot and lot,
whelve ourselves with secrets and treasures,
you took half of my mind and memory,
you let me write poetries
about you and our whimsical journey,

My Salad days with you are fresh,
I thought it would last for a forever.

What was this decry from Heaven?
Are we a Catchlight that fades in night without a light?
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