That Girl
The backseat of the bicycle,
And your tidy clothes.
These time is long,
Summer seems always serene.
Aside of the road, full of flowers of camphora.
Tapped by the school bell.
Performing,
Sentimental love movement.
You always throw your backpack,
Pass the ivied wall.
Talk of everything under the sun,
Till all the streetlights are on.
Fallen leaves fly up and down through picture scrolls,
Unfold the palms of time.
Dark clouds dispersed,
As you smile.
There are many accidents as story progresses,
But because of you, they are not so bad.
The laddish young fantasizes the future,
Spotless, pure white time.
That girl who has a greater presence in my life,
Thanks for always by my side.
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