ILLUSTRATION: Van Nguyen
Remember the withered flowers of December
On my fingers, the scent of the old days no longer lingers
I forget me and I forget you
Is there any forgetfulness that I do not remember?
On the porch every season of brilliant flowers
Why do I remember the December flowers?
The green door never closes
Lonely figure
The rustling of fallen leaves
The footprints on the porch have not faded yet
I leisurely wait for the sun to enter the room.
Sitting and singing winter songs
Season of memories
I wandered the miles
Season of love
Once missed someone so much it hurt
But forget in love
Learn to smile
Is there any sadness so beautiful?
Just me.
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