"miss out"
Author: Beilin Passerby
You are the spring decorated with countless flowers
I am the snow-covered mountains with withered trees
We keep missing out in each other’s time and space
As if innumerable mornings and rosy evenings
You are a white cloud floating in the sky
I am the blue sea that embraces you affectionately
We are thousands of miles away
It seems that there is a distance of one century after another
We meet each other, in the mundane world
We miss out each other and live alone like stars
Your spring is full of flowers, singing and dancing
My winter is as cold as frost, dripping as ice
We keep missing in this world
but still pretending to meet perfectly
There are too many beautiful colors in your heart
But I always like, a person's mountains and rivers in this mortal world