You are the morning sun, clear and warm, such as mountain spring water, flowing through my heart; you are the scorching sun in the sky, even if you are proud, but still the baby of the heart; you are the warm sun of the rest of the sky, dyed half of the sky, gradually ripples to the corners of your mouth, like blood dye to my wrinkled corner of the eye You are the new moon, emitting a weak light, looming, petite hiding in the clouds, in my eyes, you dodge like a deer in my heart; you are a late-night star, a twinkling and passing away, with the passage of time, gradually passed away, eyes flickering lonely, want to catch you, hug you, wave, like a phantom disappear You are the fog in the early morning, confused and anxious to find you in the fog, but do not know that you are everywhere, the temperature is gradually rising, you become a fog around my heart, disappear in the warm sun. I turned into a dust, a dust, filled with the wind, looking for you everywhere.