微风
少年的长发,飘扬在微风明朗的五月。
摘录一些最近正在拜读的作品。
Having pored over the lyrics, I have these comments:
Nobody to show us the way, nobody to tell you when to run, no chance to catch up with the sun. It’s late and you’ve been getting closer to death.
So get home and see the rain. Paralyzed, missed out on the sunshine and at last forever wandering.
献给 2022,和那错过的英仙座流星雨。