Old Dreams on the Wooden Floor

Model: | Date:2025-03-06

The old wooden floor creaks,
Sealed stories hide in my heart.
Where children once played joyfully,
Laughter echoed through the house.
Moonlight spills like silver frost,
Illuminating past dreams like a long tale.
That summer when cicadas sang,
Siblings sketched their hearts' desires together.
The floor records joy and sorrow,
Years pass but it never forgets.
Paper airplanes danced in the air,
Dreams soared away with the wind.
Now, looking back on those days,
Tears well up in my heart.
The floor remains silent,
Yet holds countless chapters of old dreams.
Time flies and changes constantly,
I only wish memories could last forever.
The floor still holds the emotions,

Accompanying me through good times.