They got lost

Love lit another cigarette, almost took refuge in cigarettes, his father saying (Instead of dying on the streets, go serve people in a remote mountain village.) On the one hand, his back aches, his soul is darker than the darkness of the night, he lives in such a forest that one side is sunny, the sun is just winking at the world, the water left over from the night shows all its coquetry to the sun, the colors are not as if it can be distinguished, the blue is overflowing, showing all its skills, a little dark, gradually opening up. Each opening becomes a different color. As the water wave spreads, it pushes all the green around it to the side, while the trees put their life green darkness in their pockets and become tiny little meadows and grasses. Red-winged butterflies land and migrate, while tiny clovers, pink, white, sometimes purple, all of them are siblings to each other, laughing together, crying together, water flowing from a small fountain, in love with the sun, every drop is a lifetime...