December flower season

ILLUSTRATION: Van Nguyen

Remember the withered flowers of December

On my fingers, the scent of the old days no longer lingers

I forget me and I forget you

Is there any forgetfulness that I do not remember?

On the porch every season of brilliant flowers

Why do I remember the December flowers?

The green door never closes

Lonely figure

The rustling of fallen leaves

The footprints on the porch have not faded yet

I leisurely wait for the sun to enter the room.

Sitting and singing winter songs

Season of memories

I wandered the miles

Season of love

Once missed someone so much it hurt

But forget in love

Learn to smile

Is there any sadness so beautiful?

Me alone.

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