After turning around

「Which part of this song do you like?」

『Um…? That’s one.』

『The bragging at a young age will go away with the passing time.』

「Excuse me, what is the meaning of youth?」

『…』

『I don’t know either.』

「But I know what is bragging.」

『…』

『Alright.』

I stroked his hair.

Someone touched my hair once,

Calmly said: “why are you aging this fast?”

I look up at him,

Found this someone has a few white hairs on his head.

The four seasons under the roof,

The life under the eave,

Freezing the time by pressing the shutter with a DSLR,

But a lot of things happened only once, never twice,

The gift of fate

has already been priced secretly.

Ningxia . Zhongwei