Whispers of Summer has been fading afar, fading into veils of evenings where she was murmuring with dumber and dumber sounds, hushed in the arms of moon’s lullaby, lullarying into sleeping.

Autumn flutters its wings to pour his aura here and there, stronger and stronger.

The world turns the colour, suddenly, turns the colour.

I am hanging on the side which I realize my ever-favourite season is dropping; across the sea, another cloud in a milky-smoke spring space, is haunting, and waiting, alone.

Shattered shadow of sun brushes me with wings of gold, in the dimness of girlhood the memories going by.

Over years I stretched three countries, scattering the fluttering odours…

要去学校了, 未完待续

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