Brew a cup of memory coffee slowly.
Talk to time
Have a shallow interaction with romantic.
It has nothing to do with loneliness
Only occasionally melancholy.
The rush of life
The gray of the years
Time treasured in memory
Some still nourish the eyes and mind.
Some are slightly crossed.
Leave a sigh
on hand
in the rain
Quietly seep out for a long time
The world of mortals is deep, and people grow.
I wander in time.
Those pasts
Like a flying flower
Although Tianya ink dance
But my heart is warm
Carved on bones
Memories cling to us.
I also want to capture my memory.
In that way
No one in the world can really keep anything.
flowers fall
Perishable wind
So Much So Fast
Only cherish and understand.
It is the warmest place on earth.
Just smile and calm.
Life will produce the most beautiful flowers.
All the way, all the way, all the way.
The painting axis of the years
Describe the scenery of life
Colour the small one.
Painted with green manure, red and thin
Stay old
It is still a flower scattered all over the floor.
The warmth of spring and the fragrance of summer.
The quiet beauty of autumn and the elegance of winter.
As long as the heart is not black
Time is always charming.
The world is always beautiful.
Time at the corner of the world of mortals
Memories overflow with indigo naturalis.
Sing softly all the way
dance lightly and gracefully