July, full of leaving.
We no longer have leaving。
Never meet again, how can there be a parting?
A drizzling rain, like a drizzling mood.
Rain falls on green trees, falls on white flowers, falls on the blue sea.
Falling on my heart.
The seashore is full of mist. looking forward, it is white, hard to see the way forward; looking backward,it is foggy,can't see the way back...
That year, 365 days, you walked 186 days; In this life, vast decades, I have accompanied you half.
Today, the day of your birthday. Tonight, it is said that the gates of Paradise will open. Will you come to see me?
How should I review those memories, those happy ,those sad...
Those times,
My past in your life, your eternity in my life……
癸酉年七月十二——————癸卯年七月十二
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2023年8月31日：