Poem"Hydrangea"

In the corner of the asphalt burnt by acid rains,
Scattering the withered petals of hydrangea.
Their outlines begin to be blurred by raindrops,
And only colors of them become patterns and eternal.

Anyone's footsteps
pollute my feeling and memories.

In the center of the concrete poured with moonlight,
Picking up the crushed petals of hydrangea.
Their colors begin to be ashes with raindrops,
And their outlines of them become frames and the truth.

It is sunny tonight right.
There is you smiling next to me.
It is sunny tonight again.
There is me answering next to you.

When the seasons that hydrangea petals fall comes,
I will be unable to sleep because of the coldness.
You will pick up the petals with anyone,
So I will turn away and begin to walk.