I don't know what to say (people are on the road)
Quiet night, no mood to sleep. Drops of rain fell on our shoulders, wetting your charm and soaking my frost. We are all speechless. When love strikes, you and I are unprepared and speechless.
The pond in Jiangjin is where the dream begins. Spring is so close to me for the first time. From bloom to fallen leaves, from hot summer to cool autumn, Jiangjin will always be a red lotus that never fades, a grassland that never becomes barren, without the noise of frogs and the gurgling of running water. Time seems to be stuck outside your mind, stuck in a beautiful picture, but the tide of love is running and the voice of love is roaring.
I can feel it, I can hear it.
And unfulfilled vows.
I said, one day I will gently touch the frost in front of your temple and smooth the wrinkles on your forehead. Although the years of singing have faded away and the noisy life has become quiet, my feelings are still as fresh as ever. Even in the endless melody of life, I am just a rest for you; Even in the faint watermark of life, I am just a wisp of smoke to you.
I lit a cigarette and saw myself sleepy in the smoke. The only reason I left told me:
"wake up! I have slept for a long time! "
The silent night is as gloomy as a wine jar, tearing open the black veil of the night silence and spreading its wings to fly freely. Look at this sleepy city, how many joys and sorrows are being staged. A thousand people are tossing and turning, a thousand people are hesitating, and a thousand people, like me, are waiting for an arrow to penetrate the heart.
Waibianyi
The heart appeals to words, and words are interpreted in the heart. Who can understand wind, flowers and customs?
The heart appeals to words, and words are interpreted in the heart.
However. Who will understand?
After bloom, it's blowing in the wind.
However. Who knows the heartache?
Rainy night. The cool breeze slipped into the empty room, listening to the sound of raindrops alone and sipping a cup of bitter coffee. Often inexplicable sadness, inexplicable tears, like falling into a deep valley. I don't want to say anything, because I can't say anything. Occasionally, I feel emotional and want to scream, get drunk and vent my pent-up mood. I haven't settled down to talk like this for a long time. Occasionally I want to sort out scattered thoughts, only to find that I can't sort out a complete memory anyway. Do whatever you want.
Flowers and leaves are together, clouds and wind are together, sadness and joy are together, and I am with the dim light of a quiet night. Happiness comes from the feeling of inner warmth. There are always moments of relaxation and comfort. There is always a moment when people forget the noise and helplessness in the world and who they are. Forget all the tiredness. That moment was the cherry blossom season.
Happiness is calm, indifferent and warm. In this season, the sun is shining and flowers are blooming, which is my expectation in my previous life. Every flower is the most beautiful encounter. Riding a bike under a tree full of cherry blossoms, the cherry blossoms are swaying in the warm breeze. This is a paradise full of flowers. Listening to the sound of bloom falling flowers, the faint petals fly freely in the slightest breeze and finally turn into the fragrance of the garden. The wind understands the language of flowers, and flowers solve the customs. The heart appeals to words, and words are interpreted in the heart. I just want to stay here and forget the world.
All the beautiful presentations will eventually disappear, petals will fly and memories will be scattered. When the cherry blossoms fall, they can never go back. It is not the petals that fall on the ground, but the withered heart. I can only look forward to flowering in the coming year. After many vicissitudes of life, I found it difficult to get together again. After bloom, it's blowing in the wind. However, who knows that it hurts.
This year's cherry blossoms seem to bloom a little later than last year, but the bright colors and faint fragrance of the cherry blossoms remain the same, only when you and I meet again, our faces are haggard, and the so-called bloom remains the same, and things have changed. Looking at each other again at that moment, have you ever heard of heartbreak, have you ever felt weak and strong? Who can understand what the heart says to words and what words say to the heart?