A cold room
Accustomed to lost loneliness
in one's deep soul
Cold blood flows alone
Continue to write the memory of reincarnation (article reading network:)
Longing for words condensed on the horizon.
I don't know where the broken heart falls.
Is the diffuse yellow fire cooling down?
Naive waiting has no ending.
Buried the remaining vastness.
Anecdotes of several years reflect the good old days.
But it's not always cold and foggy.
Helpless thoughts
Missed the innocence revealed.
Who knows?
It's all gone
allay/relieve/quench/slake/assuage one's thirst
In his absence
Just looking forward to it.
I was never ready, was I?
Watching the clouds all night
But not around.
Although the tenderness of dreams is alive.
Besides, I can't say
Light it yourself.
My sky is never dominated by dusk.
Will only make their own decisions for no reason.
It's full of gloom.
Is there a dim light?
Walk with me through the night
You don't have to leave it lying around.
Quietly counting the memories like quicksand