Recitation: The wind has passed.
Loneliness is an open mouth in the dark, which is very big. He is devouring my burning heart, and bright red blood is dripping. ...
I don't know why, but I always feel like crying. Is it loneliness, loneliness or sadness? Neither. Am I looking for an excuse to cry for myself? Tears are like missing in the sky in June. Sorrow dominates me. I tried my best to control my emotions, but hot tears rolled down involuntarily. When I feel that the hut I worked so hard to build has become your prison, I decided to open the closed doors and windows and let you fly freely. Because you are an eagle and your territory is the sky, you should fly freely. Fly to the place you once dreamed of and feel the sunshine.
I seemed to feel it when I decided to let you go. From now on, I will lose you forever. Tears kept shuttling along the eyes, and the figure slowly passed through my heart. At this moment, I want to be a blue sky, so that your pupils are full of all my emotions; Leave you alone in my harbor. Maybe my sky is too small to hold the scenery you want. I once shouted to the sky, you are mine! You are mine! You also said that you would never hurt me. However, today, I see so much helplessness in your eyes. Do you regret falling in love with me? It's not my fault that I'm cute When my love becomes your burden, I really should fade out of your sight and let you fly to your heart's content.
The sunset is like a dream, and my fingers are lonely. Find your shadow in the ups and downs of the text. I know I can't hug you; Because your heart can't stand loneliness. The cold sky solidified my tears a little, but you flew away in my sudden pain and dizziness! When the wings leave the ground, you don't look back, and the figure rises again and again in the ups and downs; Sometimes playing in the trembling clouds, and sometimes hovering over the cliff. The twinkling Linxi, in the distance, gradually lengthened the distance between you and me, even leaving no trace. Who knows that our meeting and breaking up is actually the price of a swan song! But I don't regret it, because no one has seen me, no one knows me and no one will remember me. The years we have passed together, like the filariasis in July, are faintly flashing with the color of blood; Tears that once held hands and looked at each other slipped quietly into your air-dried glass. ...