Now, I can't sleep. On a moonless night, the midnight lights are still so beautiful. Even with a little yellowing years, it is as old as history, and even moths fly around the lamp because of rain.
I can't find the candle that burned me. There is a place to go. I can't see my future, I can't find the most beautiful things, and nothing can be redeemed. I don't know why the dim light gives off a candlelight-like warmth that people don't want to escape. It seems that the truest self will appear in this' candlelight', as if everything will burn out, leaving only memories brought by incomprehensible years.
When the only light came on, the room suddenly became dark. I don't know why I don't have the slightest worry and fear, but I am more calm and awake in time. Maybe I belong to darkness, just the burning of light, just adding a soft disguise to my body. As time goes on, he will quietly dissipate bit by bit until the darkness devours the light. Maybe this is the so-called time when the dawn can't overcome the darkness, then are we still awake? But no one knows the result. There is too much darkness in this world that many people cannot understand.
I really want to be the extinct butterfly with dead leaves, perching quietly in the dead leaves and flying quietly in the wind. I don't know where I will go, where I can go, and I don't know if I will die. I only know that the deepest and darkest place in my memory is called Butterfly Cemetery, which will cover up all the beauty and leave no trace. There will only be a tombstone that can't be found in the depths of memory. No one knows what's inside, maybe only they know, maybe they don't know.
When the autumn wind has passed and the dead leaves are full of graves, what can flow again?
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