Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 147 (They Said)

they said

every time the sun rises

in the scorching sun
With your wheat-colored face floating past

but I
Follow Risheng day after day

except your shadow
never seen anything

the past, the past

I can't get past it, it becomes a bubble

Take your time
absorbs the ink from the rice paper
what should not be left

should have been surprised
But that nascent gaze

but freeze the shadow
fixed together
and also
There is still one

Little me
(End of this chapter)