If only I were a pigeon.
Then you can hug the sky.
Although birds can't leave traces in the sky
But I like the blue sky.
What was blue ten years ago is still blue ten years later.
Is a paradise that will not be lost by time.
The sky in March is an illusory and melancholy cloud.
Heavy, deep and dark
The weight of the clouds is slowly gathering.
As eternal darkness as my silent heart.
The sky in March is a mass of gray tears.
Deep vertical pressure and darkness
The capacity of the cloud is rising.
The sky is as tearful as my heavy heart.
The sky in July is light and thin.
The autumn sunset is always so tired and slow.
But ditches and fences gradually fell into dusk.
The breeze, like tears, has gone to blowing in the wind.
The sky in July is sweet, lonely and calm.
This is a season without weight and texture.
The beauty of the earth and the depth of the sky
This is really a fantastic paradise.
Under clouds and sky.
The girl on the bike trembled like a swallow spreading its wings in the sky.
The flying swallows gradually merged with the sky.
I stared at the wishes under the sky.
Swallow, please do your best, and the vastness of the sky will belong to you.
Swallow, my wishes to you will never condense like water freezes.
But like a stone turned into sand, it fluttered under the same sky.
sky
It was blue ten years ago.
sky
Ten years later, it is still blue.
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