Long lost.
I picked up my pen again.
The story of the past let it be dusted off and
No one will ever know again.
Standing on the heights of stone
I realized I couldn’t see
My past, my footprints
My lost time and youth
The fields ahead are still turquoise
The mountains are still high when I look back
And I kneel in reverence
Mary told me.
“Child, write.
“before the truth is lost in the abyss.
“before the future is still hopeful.
Remember what was first.
–It’s the only way. “
久违了。
我再次拿起笔。
过去的故事，就让它尘封起来吧，而且
再无人知晓。
站在石头的高处
我发现我看不见
我的过去，我的足迹
我逝去的时光和青春
前方的田野依然碧绿
蓦然回首，高山依旧
我虔诚地跪下
玛丽告诉我
“孩子，写吧
“在真相迷失在深渊之前
“在未来还充满希望之前
记住最初的一切
–这是唯一的办法 “
再见，Halo。
愿下次见面，你还是少年。
你好，Hexo。
愿往后余生，你还在身边。