I am where you are not

 The cricket's chirping, like nails, slowly wedged into

a person's heart, simply wanting to say that

you are a jade cup overflowing with me

. Autumn's silhouette is etched into my heart; I

am your backdrop, like an autumn chrysanthemum,

withering away in the interplay of light and shadow.

The wind that brushed past finally landed on a sycamore tree, seeing the marks of time

it left on my face , slowly opening myself up. Perhaps speaking and expressing myself is what I should do. And forgetting is like moonlight spilling across the world.

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