Chapter 644: 933, On the Way

933, On the Way

933, On the Way

Those little flowers by the roadside

They have long since turned to mud

Ground into dust

Now I can only recall

Some scattered fragrances

In the wind and dust, there is occasionally a poetic feeling

I stop, take out a pen and write down

The inspiration in my mind

However, when I stop

At that moment, life

Again rolling forward