Look up at the stars, want nothing, and don't hate the sky. ...
The stars in the sky, coldly, coldly look at me, and then look away.
Cold, I don't know what I'm thinking.
Looking up at the starry sky, I said to myself in my heart, Qiaoji Xi is flying ... There is no way to describe my mood now.
Some people say that the starry sky, the stars, is a long time ago, there was a princess who had a magic wand. Later, she defeated the devil, and the wand was successful, so she soared into the sky and turned into stars. Fireflies are full of colorful eyes and attract people's imagination.
After a thousand years, look up at the starry sky again. What can you taste? Don't talk to yourself in your heart, or are you heartless and hate your guts?
Everything turns into a sweet and sad background in the starry sky, subtle, but confusing.
Is it okay? It seems to be an invitation. The stars are cold. It seems that some of them are close to themselves, but they have been watching for a long time.
More and more stars are lit up, but the light of street lamps seems to light up the sky, and some light up the darkness. However, the lights are going out soon, and the sky is getting dark again, but the starry sky is more graceful and graceful against the stars, bright but not dazzling, which makes people feel more comfortable.
Look up at the starry sky and see where the glory has passed away again, then take away despair and bring hope again.
There are more and more stars in the sky, and they are gorgeous. Just then, suddenly, there were fireworks in the sky, just like meteors. It seems that they want to shine the whole sky. Looking up, they found that the stars were not far away, as if they were in front of them. I know that there are many stars, which leads to illusion, but I still want to sink. I can't wait to reach out slowly, and suddenly I have a desire to seize this gorgeous starry night, seize, seize.
There is no illusion that a star is not a luminous body. Even if it doesn't shine, the light it emits is amazing.
Dreams are separated by the wolf river, and dreams stir up the Milky Way. I don't have the melancholy of Nalan, but I just stubbornly look up at the starry sky and let the meaning fade away, but I have no emotion.
Looking up at the starry sky, the tight string rhythm in my heart slowly relaxes. Here, in its vast embrace, such as the Milky Way, I can entrust myself to it and relax myself.
In fact, I suddenly found that the splendor of the starry sky does not seem to be exhausted just by looking up.
What can I do here? Looking at the sky, under the cool night sky, I found myself so full and warm that I wanted to fall asleep.
Can you wrap yourself in the starry sky?
Looking up at the starry sky again, I reached out my hand, and then hung down, looking at the dazzling, or looking at the dream, or looking at the hope. ...