Occasionally projected into your heart—

You don't have to be surprised,

There's no need to be happy-

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I met in the dark sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You remember it well,

You'd better forget,

The light that shines on each other at this intersection. This poem is good.

Everything is still empty, reflecting water and hiding mountains.

Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.