Time has no life and no feelings, so I sit quietly, listen to quiet shallow words, whisper Sanskrit, and dream of singing and dancing in the enchanting moonlight ...
I have to walk with my feet, love and feel with my heart. If time can go back, please let me go back again. Wandering in the lonely long street
The lights are dim, and the evening breeze passes by, so I can't help but feel a little coolness. The bleak autumn wind blows, and the withered leaves roll around in front of my eyes. The years are silent, and the past is far away. Finally, I am drowned in my memory.
I am leaning against the window, reading a book and listening to a piece of music idly. Unconsciously, I don't know how a distance has dyed me white. Not everything is as we thought. Our initial heart may have been forgotten by us in the hazy time.
We stopped in the world of mortals, the most beautiful regret, the last dream without trace.
The world of mortals is rolling, we meet by chance in the vast sea of people, and a cup of mellow coffee is as bitter as a cucumber. Time is speechless, cold nights are light, and I miss you a thousand times.
Originally, we agreed to walk together for the rest of our lives, but after the most splendid years, we unconsciously separated, and then drifted away. Finally, there was no intersection. Just one day in the future, when I looked back, I suddenly thought of myself and perfect you ...
The night sky was quiet, and whose thoughts flooded. The spring rain and winter snow of that year
every time I think back, I will inadvertently show a smile
In this world, there is no eternity, and once it was beautiful, it was always memories, sadness, tossing and turning. At that time, love had already disappeared and turned into years of bitterness, and it was not only amazing, but also sad.
It was the past. Lonely flowers fade
It is never easy to forget a period of time and walk through a period of time. No one knows the lonely heart. Yesterday's dreams are gradually forgotten, things change, time is gone, and the broken heart is a scar of attachment
Autumn leaves roll clouds, haunting the lonely heart. Once upon a time, I was used to the lonely rhythm, waiting for the years to pass in loneliness, and writing a pen in sadness. Over time, the memories of that year have gone away, even if we miss it ...
When we shed tears, some people still shed tears when we smile. There is never a single scar in this world, and there is no lonely soul. Even if some things are broken, don't forget to say goodbye when the song ends.
My heart will occasionally ache, and I will be silent alone. But somehow it continues to this day. As time goes by, it seems that something has changed, but I can't say it. The only constant is the feeling of deja vu. < P > In the past, I was always beautiful in my memory. Looking at the fallen leaves in early autumn and taking a breath of fragrant air, I felt as if I had returned to that time. The smell of air under the same sky was as green as ever ... < P > Looking back, there were many hopes and more. Time flies, and the original self has long since disappeared. How many times have we stopped and stopped on a road? Think back. In the long night, we often recall the story at that time, saying when the everlasting forgetting ceased to exist. < P > Fortunately, there are memories of the past, which can make us feel nostalgic for a period of nostalgia. < P > It's a good thing that we haven't forgotten < P > for a while.