Wuyi’s vehicle drove across Qingnian South Road
Drive past my window
I stay on tobacco, looking for the moon in leap April
Early morning dewdrops began to condense

Parents are always repairing the broken corner of the tablecloth
I looked down at my shadow and slowly rusted

Parents’ words lost in years
Order to decay in every day’s life
I can’t always pick up the blade
Wave to the shadow in the dark

Immature escape
Abandoned a heavy but valuable jade
The process of growing into a perfect cutter



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