I am like a remnant cloud in autumn, drifting in the air without a master. If this is your game, please color my lost emptiness, paint it with Hui Jin, let it float in the strong wind and relax freely until it melts.
After the spring blooms, I say goodbye, sit in the corner and meditate, and write down rhythmically the sadness of you in my world and my knees. ......
Now I am everywhere, but I am waiting and wandering. ......
You are hidden in the heart of everything, pregnant with the seeds of happiness, sprouting and blooming. When I woke up, I found that the garden was full of exotic flowers and plants.
Flowers spread their wings and trembled in the wind, colorful like inner desires emerged, and the fragrant aroma poured out a ray of sweetness.
Life is like a blooming bud, and all the fragrance stored in the flower heart is scattered in the distance.
You gave me your dream, and through me, you felt the fragrance and sweetness that pervaded you.
Listen to your voice, cut through the sky, high-pitched songs resound through the sky, and the waves rise and fall in response to many tears and smiles.
Look at your smile, like a flash on the spray, intoxicated and shining. Life is like dew on the tip of a leaf, standing on tiptoe and dancing on the edge of time.
I am alone in the shadows, with secret steps, as quiet as night, through the dark winding path.
Dry heart, without a trace of light cloud cover, without a trace of coolness of distant rain.
The wind is tired, and the thick curtain of darkness covers it, just like wrapping a sleeping blanket on the earth at dusk and gently closing the petals.
Sorrow pervades the world, stretching out countless situations in the boundless sky, silently looking up at the starry sky, and the rustling trees turn into lyric poems.
From time to time, I have melancholy attacks. I twitch in my dreams and wake up in the middle of the night when I am alone. I think there is a strange smell where the wind blows over me.
Forget the memories of daily joys and sorrows and throw them in the dust at sixes and sevens.
I run in the shade like an elk, crazy about my fragrance. I lost my way, I wandered, I pursued what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't pursue.
However, I found that your will has no end in me. You retired in the silent HarmonyOS system, where the old tricks were lost and the new Yuan Ye was wonderfully unfolded in front of you.
Let my self-return become a transformation of your website.
From the tears of hesitation, from the thoughtful smile, from the sweet but powerless pain, let us touch our knees and fall in love with each other's beautiful stories. My heart will listen to your words quietly, not my ears.
Let love melt into memory, let pain melt into poetry, let them fly across the sky and finally fall on the nest at home.
Looking at the landlord to give points