Midsummer Hibiscus No. 5

All the things you miss are gone now but still miss me looking at the table and chair by the door thinking of your open eyes mixed with mixed emotions churning painful memories tears crying sickness tearing death For more than a hundred days, there is less forgiveness and forgiveness, and more regret and unbearable looking back. I think I still remember the weather and the color of your clothes and parasol that day. I turned on the laptop and it was a newly drawn picture. Hey,
I met your smile again