It is the end of winter.
There is no snow.
Inner desire
As thin as the sunset, it disappears in an instant.
The long-cherished wish of the world stranded.
Evolution is pale and ridiculous.
The cold light swayed noisily.
The revelation in the nightmare sighed.
Find the charming scenery again.
The beauty of flying snow
subtle fragrance
Take the meaning, carefree.
An idea, a dream of the heart.
How charming and clever she is.
Encourage thorns to advance.
With the extraordinary beauty of reading life.
Step 2: Mind.
After a long time, I don't know how to do it.
How much pride
Time is pressing, I don't know if it is squashed.
How many young ambitions
Narrow mind
Wet the steps from moss to snow.
Like a clever earthworm.
March in a zigzag fashion
Covered with a faded face.
It became a lot of fate.
Years, originally a realistic version of peeling onions.
The pursuit is to penetrate the depths of the inner layer.
All the way down
Have a wonderful satisfaction.
There is also a dazzling and itchy pain.
Qian Shan competes for beauty.
And that kind of aloof cold.
Every step will ferment.
Every journey will be cooked.
Hold in one's hand
The temperature that is always pursued tirelessly.
If the days are history.
If time is bleached into notes
I'll dim the lens
Relive the thoughts engraved in the depths of the soul
Even a sad regret.
Or the fragrance of a rainbow full of flowers.
Missing is also a kind of happiness after maturity.