6 decades books

I remember when we were young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. One time we sat together under a peach tree, the wind was rustling through the leaves and birds were chirping. I don''t know how, but I fell asleep, and in my dream, flowers were falling, who knows how many. Someone was playing a restless melody on a flute, and in the ups and downs of life, colors were gradually forgotten, the twilight years, the special feature of sound and color, returning to the pure white branches of thirteen years old, budding... The ancient music of the vast wilderness pierced through my soul, love revealed its pale profile, proclaiming a transparent confession, after several cycles, it became a secret buried in the earth''s crust. I only want to read the intentional contrast, when dreams are filtered by reality and become isolated, only you think, only you can think, the sky is yellow jade, the earth is black clothes...