We are in different places in the middle of the road, as if waiting. I always think of your umbrella through the scorching foreign land to stay in a dream. I climbed the hill at the foot of it while drunk today. I am full of longing for a cloud in the sky, scared that the season will replace the wind and sweep away the voice of my wandering. I need to have a blessed fate. In my heart full of sorrow, I think of your smile, which is your umbrella. Forgetting your smile reveals the blue sky in the summer. I always remember your umbrella through the scorching foreign land.
( Editor: angel )
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