right after she farewelled campus life
she packed a shoulder bag
with his sweater tight around the strap
got on the first coach
without looking back
salty drips swallowed in an empty stomach
she woke up in another city
launched herself into hustle bustle
isn’t it how old memory fades
with new scenery created
if only autumn lasts for 6 months
sense of smell may linger a life time
it wasn’t a calculated risk to
tight that sweater
it was part of her too anxious to let go
first snowflakes falling from the neon sky
one lands on her lips
she holds up his sweater
catching the rolling tears
warming her frozen cheeks
she misses him
刚告别了校园生活
整理行装
打结了他的毛衣
速上了长途汽车
不堪回顾
咸咸的眼泪在空腹里浸淹
苏醒在陌生的城市
一劲投入繁忙中
过去不就让它过去
新地新风景
只愿秋天长半年
气味有时一生难忘
并非计算过有多冒险
结上毛衣
只因依依不舍
雪片在霓虹灯下飘落
停留在唇边
把他的毛衣拥起
接着下滚的热泪
暖起冰凉的颊骨
想他了
the ache is real, well written and palpable.
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Yea….memory of I saw graduation broke up smitten lovers
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