the vast coastline, the other shore is like a song. Ups and downs, lights are like companions.
The beating waves, dancing with running notes, and the wind chasing the seemingly absent traces. The bluebird flew across the sky, and the oath of dropping blood was written helpless, and its wings could not move. Where are you? The call of a drifter. Become eternal.
the lights on the other side belong to the end of the world.
can Tianya be written as near at hand? The smile seems to be just around the corner. The petals of the fallen English are falling gracefully, and the unique fragrance does not feel that it is the end of the world, and the other shore is like a song. Trickle into colorful Hongqiao, driving you through the shining lights on the other side. Feel the drift that is no longer lonely.
That flickering light is like a looming angel in the starry sky. In your wandering at a loss, you have a trace of warmth. Tell you, there is more than kindness and innocence in this world. The beautiful starlight is what we pursue and cherish. Just like this one on the other side is so eager.
when you are tired, you can look at it occasionally, and a little warmth will flow through the dotted lights. So close, so innocent It turns out that the other side of the dusty coat is so beautiful.
I sincerely call, far away, on the other side, that can illuminate the lights of many vagrants' souls. So, I began to fantasize, I don't know, whether people on the other side can see my lights like me.
I have asked myself for thousands of times, I wonder if there are such beautiful lights on this shore? I have heard that the scenery on this side is as beautiful as that on the other side. Then I don't know if it includes this light. I don't know, how long can the distant lights illuminate? Some people say that they will live forever, and others say that this life will be the next life.
I used to feel so weak because I couldn't make the lights on the other side brighter. In the quiet midnight, it seems that you can see a lot of weak hands rubbing the thorns, and it seems that there are frogs chirping painfully.
It turns out that the wanderers at night have such an eager heartache, and the lights are like gods rooted in the soul of everyone who walks at night. It is the cold sea breeze that blows through the thin decorative clothes, and the hysterical sigh condenses into poor loneliness. Why choose such a road of no return? Why invest in this illusory enthusiasm?
The call of a drifter is only so simple, as long as it is so real. Like the other shore, a wisp of lights.
Perhaps, it is the colorful wandering that makes people more greedy. Perhaps it is the loneliness of wandering that makes it difficult to feel the glitz away from the world. So, what is still pulling forward? I wonder if I can go back to the beginning if I go back? I don't know if I can see the bright lights on the other side clearly without those greedy selfish desires, as bright as ever.
yes, there was no road in the world. Just because there are many people walking, it becomes a road. Those overlapping footprints seem to tell you that they are no longer simply accompanied. Why, birds can be happy together, facing the sky they expected. And the meeting of drifters is so complicated?
on the other side, what we want to see is just a simple light. Even if there is really a cool breeze blowing, I won't care how dim he was. After all, it was a lamp that once lit up our journey. Why can't we light up the world like lights?
Some people say that the vagrancy of a wanderer is a thousand-year-old loneliness. Even if I give up my helplessness and drown my love, I won't back down. Perhaps what passed by was forever forgotten. But the brilliance in a flash is the brightest light on the other side. Like a long dream woven for thousands of years, no one wants to wake up, and that heart lamp that illuminates the soul seems to be hanging high on the other side. Waiting for you to cross the ocean and fly over the vast expanse.
Perhaps the fuller coat of a drifter is woven with countless tears. Clean up all the dust stains, after countless times of rain and wind, it will be so colorful. Like adding a rainbow bridge to brocade, you can happily connect to the brilliant notes on the other side. You can watch the falling flowers flying all over the sky, listen to the lingering songs of hundreds of birds, smell the fragrant fragrance, and overflow the clear and transparent fluorescence. It turns out that what can illuminate the other side is only the prosperity of this side.
there will be no expectation of a mirage, and the lights will always be real and brilliant. The other shore will always belong to people who love life, and the transcendence will always be their own persistence for thousands of years.
pray, lights on the other side. Will the brilliant drifter's affectionate sea blue sky.
Bless you, the lamp on the other side. Even after a thousand years, everyone will be forgotten.