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As night falls, everything is shrouded in moonlight. A person sitting quietly in this "cage", watching the stars, looming; Watching the ground fall red and spots; Looking at the road ahead, I was lost and confused. I turned over a sad time.
If love is like a withered flower, it will eventually change. First of all, when flowers bloom, they pass. Immersed in the fragrance, thinking that it can be true forever. As everyone knows, such flowers are just passing by. Everything went with the wind, gradually flying into the clouds, flying beyond the cloud nine, and flying without a trace. Look at the origin of the world, leaving only regret and hesitation. Feel the flowers bloom and watch the flowers fall, but fail to leave flowers bloom between the four seasons, leaving only a fleeting time full of scars.
At first, there was only regret, longing to wander in sadness.
Sorrow is like a lock, and eyebrows gather. Looking forward to, only a piece of confusion. Sometimes I wonder if I really have nothing but this endless sigh. Always waiting for the touch of the golden sunshine at dawn, but waiting for it is full of fog and sadness. I thought the tide would rise and fall, but I didn't see the waves dancing wildly. I have an ideal, but I am struggling. I see my wings slowly being burned by kindness. A person sails and sails, and a person looks for it in the vast sea, looking for the end of the other shore and the harbor in the coming year.
It's not that you are good at feeling, but that winter comes after spring. After the baptism of time, all those who should go have gone, and those who shouldn't have gone. Fishing with memories, leaving only a blank, leaving no gossamer traces. When the flowers bloom next year, when the waves cross the other shore, I don't know what time it will be or what day it will be.
I always grieve for the ruthlessness of time. In fact, it's not that time ignores the fleeting time, but that I didn't cherish it, missed it and wasted it. It is both worrying and amazing.