Memory Poem

Starry night, mid July,

waiting for a long time to say Hi

Clean face, brilliant smile，

almost cried when I saw your eyes

hold our hands, walked into throng

still felt the warm wherever you and I

fountain and music, dark and light

first time visiting West Lake with someone

However,

a sudden thought came out of my mind

 

“Rico!”

“Hm?”

“Catch me if you can.”

ran, ran, ran,

chased the wind like a little child