It's hard to forget the change of your face.
The relaxed and happy old days just slipped away.
I haven't looked back for years.
Obviously, I feel that the years are changing and my youth is gone.
The vast horizon road is your wandering.
Looking for it for a long time is my step.
The dark and lonely pillow is your tenderness.
When I woke up in the morning, it was my sadness.
I feel that these games are the essence. Once you wandered on the "endless road", but I have been looking for you, hoping to stay with you for a long time. But you are gentle when you are alone, and I am sad when I wake up in the morning.
Maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down and the tired birds come back.
You will embark on the old road of going home.
It is rare to find a bosom friend in life.
After all, life is a blue and white cloud that is hard to give up.
Maybe tomorrow evening, all the birds will go home, and you may have to walk on the road of writing, because you will understand that there is only one confidant, and it is hard to find it again, just as birds can't open blue clouds in the end.
Thunder and rain are at my window.
It's hard to forget the change you left.
Lonely mood after a lonely figure.
It is my eyes that never complain.
Thunder and rain awakened my thoughts at the window. I will never forget the moment when you turned around when you left. At that time, after you came back, my mood was so lonely, but my eyes never complained.
Landlord, you lied to me about typing so many words 10. Let me help you, because I am a die-hard fan.