Sketch/Harp. VIII

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Me and the sunny midsummer

start a conversation

Wind and rain are his punctuation / Autumn

is his eternal concern

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Yes, this is the only one.

In those years, I used "harp" as the title when I practiced writing, because the harp is "sit and fingerstyle", which is similar to the concept of "sit and talk on paper". (at least for my teenage me...)

This is actually an elegy written to a friend. It was his first attempt to bury himself. In the end, he left me forever in Meng Xia in 2011.

I have never been able to finish writing this. Even after more than ten years have passed, I still have no way to finish what I want to say to him.

But now I have no hatred, no resentment, and no regrets. I have done everything I can to him, and finally I can walk up to his throne with my chest up and say "I have moved on" to him.

He chose a small flower that he likes to shoot from the side. The fly in the ointment is that the flower is yellow, not his favorite purple, so let's see!