Like smoke, like a dream, suddenly, startled

Chapter 21 Part 2

I want to cry,

But I can't cry;

I want to vent,

But, I don't know how to vent;

I have exhausted all my strength,

Desperately wanting to scream,

But found that

open mouth,

Couldn't utter a single word.

I want to concentrate on studying,

I want to forget the lingering figure in my mind.

I want to concentrate,

I try to concentrate,

That flickering image,

But so deep.

dreams are light,

floating above the sky.

dreams are fragile

A grain of floating sand can crush it.

dreams are far away,

Even across thousands of mountains and rivers,

see,

It's just a bubble.

----------------------------- Dreams are broken, can flowers still bloom?

The seeds planted and the amount of water poured are all in vain.