It's cold
Yun Leng Leng
The sea water hits the white waves
The ships passing by also look cold.
Windy and icy
Hands are cold
Fallen leaves falling on the gray rock shore
The paintbrush in my arms feels cold to the touch.
Head is hot
Heart-warming
Pictures depict infinity
Are you also warm to the person in your mind?
this day
I came to the port of Tinghai again
Strolling through the past and the future
The scene is fleeting and slow
Echoing the accent of the waves
I fell into the illusion of emptiness again
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