Ride the wind

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Lost in snow as a wounded deer, when pirates will come back this island? Castle-like forest,prick up one ear, imagine grass silently growing underneath. Maybe my fate is doomed to be prey, still ride the wind on the star sand. blue twilight,walk along the way we used to lie down and make wreath. You say wind is a sad memory, just play the role of the guest in your life. I've given up the qualification being a man, could you last contemplate my strife? At the end of your story,ivory happiness,i shouldn't take up a part. Now snow dissemble my burning sigh, ride the wind,why my little heart still could catch your love even off your realm? If love is waiting for someone spoonily, transform into fragrance of tulip in winter, this time,you ride the wind,write your splinter, will you notice my windbell rings rapidly? Not for wishing you remember me but hoping flit through your dream. Jotting of writer November is coming,we'll hide in the quilt cause the weather is too cold.Meantime our mind will become blurred.Some fragments in memory will occur to our mind. After a long struggle,i pluck up the courage to write poems again.This poem tells an ambiguous emotion.Wounded deer,tulip fragrance,windwell all are easy to see but also have a distance in the snow.What do we really want?Do we really know? After breakup,we first become the wounded deer,trying to heal the wound.then we become the fragrance of tulip that think we've put those memories behind,finally just like the windbell,we still stick there and noway to run away.We wait for the loving wind,hope for the reencounter.But everything has changed,memory is just memory.I guess it's the reget of love,also the reason why it's beautiful. Do you have any regretful thing in your life?If you have chance to change it,what will you do?