at dead of night
-Moonlight buds in full bloom
At the window, the tenderness of moonlight filled my heart. The full moon looked at the quiet black world with slightly thoughtful eyes ... It was already dark and told myself it was time to go to bed, but at the moment, I couldn't close my eyes with peace of mind. In a trance, there seems to be another self telling me that if I close my eyes, the fairy in the sky will put the morning dew in your eyes in advance, and your eyes will hurt! I muttered, tired, and slowly closed my eyes. Glittering liquid on my cheeks overflows from the corner of my eyes, rubbing my sensitive nerves like tiny feathers, making my heart tremble slightly ... Is that really the morning dew tomorrow? Or the tears that the moon accidentally fell into my eyes? I opened my eyes in fear, and the world was still at peace. At this moment, in the dark night, the moonlight is rippling and looking at me gently ... My eyes have penetrated hundreds of millions of light years, but only for that extreme purpose ... looking at the sadness of the world.
Moonlight is as gentle as water. My eyes, melted in the moonlight, turned into a wisp of insignificant melancholy. It spreads its golden wings gracefully ... and the bitterness and sadness of moonlight spread imperceptibly in the heart of every sleepless night. It accompanies all the lonely people in the dead of night, smears beautiful golden melancholy on their scarred hearts, and makes sadness gradually bloom into weak flowers.
I have a crush on loneliness in the moonlight, and I am as melancholy as a budding bud. I am waiting for a storm, and all the flowers blooming in my heart are scattered in the rain and destroyed ... Then, I will cry and find a weak reason for my tears. Moonlight, are you listening to me quietly? Tears are gone, but I'm still so strong.
An ink mark, in the dark, is just the black hair of the god of darkness ... It is cut by sadness, struggling and silent ... but forgotten by the night because it is the same color as the darkness! I can't see it with my eyes because its tears are black. On this moonlit night, it unabashedly reappears loneliness ... because only moonlight will not forget it. Although its owner was easily swallowed up by darkness, moonlight has not forgotten it, just as it will not forget the whole world. ...
Melancholy kite stranded in the moonlight, beautiful as a poem written by God … so intoxicated. A pen and ink becomes a piece of paper ... only words in the dead of night.
The shadow of the moon is dancing, but what is reflected in the heart of the moon is the fate and resentment of the world, which has become the shadow of dancing in the moon palace.
There is no melody, "the song ends", tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt, and the world in "So Unforgettable" is sad. The ancients recited thousands of songs about the ileum, but it still hurts, which has lasted for generations and continues to this day. ...
When a song can make you cry, it's time to look at the moonlight. ...
Close my eyes and cherish the crystal tears that the moon gives me. ...
Blooming moonlight buds, swaying gently, wordless sadness. ...
Hope to adopt