Memory Of Beautiful Hair Poem by Cui Gya

Thousands of my hair
Are never far from you
Thousands of miles apart
It's full of your taste
The smell of the morning is stronger than that of the night
It's strong for a long time
Then become a coffee-coloured memory
Black horse tail that time
Brown beautiful hair this time
Growing longer after being cut
Long hair still looks youth appearance
It touched your arm.
It had stained your breath.
It pulled away every thread of trouble of the years.
But it can't forget
One unique you