In the dark, I lit a candle, and the yellow flame was beating gently. It was a silent heartbeat. The candle went out, and the darkness swallowed me up, without resistance or struggle.
I have long been used to the darkness. Walking alone in the deserted street in the middle of the night, my world is still just myself, cold and helplessness spread quietly, and I am interacting with pain.
2. Decadence will not breed depravity and desolation, and will not take away persistence. 3. Time is crushed gently and can no longer be completely spliced.
When my heart aches, I will smile at the misty smoke and say, let it go, and the past will pass. Sometimes, I cry in the silent night.
Just to vent my sadness. Like a cocoon turning into a butterfly, it flutters its wings and dances alone with pain and happiness.
I have been living in a decadent world, surrounded by a group of decadent friends. Of course, I am also a decadent person. Perhaps decadence is the unique rebellion of our generation of children in their youth? 6. How do you know which autumn, decadence and confusion will sprout and spread forever?
Disappear, no longer continue, then stop, that side may have a better choice than now ... 7. I lost my mind, was taken back, fell into irreconcilable, confused, lost my sympathy, lost my love, lost my self-reflection, and then, I was unintentional, so it doesn't matter, so I fell, so I chose to die. 8. Where to go tomorrow? Maybe in another second, I won't have tomorrow.
I'm not mainstream. Decadence has become my mainstream. 9. The eyes are empty and blurred, and the soul clings to the smoke and rises, suspended in mid-air, coldly overlooking the naked reality and numbly accepting all the feelings in the hazy.
10. In this hurried and realistic world, we are tired of looking at repetition and habits, the same car and the same scenery.
2. The quatrains in classical Chinese are famous for thousands of years. They bury you all your life, a life without a king.
Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
Tears hero, the world is much more bitter. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
The rainy night turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.
Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.
Who sighs in the years.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness.