The depth does not come from the misty distance, but from your faint eyes.
Your hesitation is like the two railroad tracks that do not intersect, extending infinitely, and my persistence is reflected in: like sleepers on both sides, shouldering the burden for you all the way, and laying it for you all the way.
When the dusk fades away, and I finally prepare to say goodbye in a romantic twilight, your smile is still repeatedly grinding and roasting in my heart and then faintly released, my vision It doesn't look like happiness, but it can only capture sadness with its sense of smell.
You ask: The train to love has already set off, why do you still stay where you are? I said: Love is a way station, a love affair, and an exclusive...a carriage that cannot have too many connections. So the train of youth still drove away willfully, but loneliness and I lingered stubbornly on the platform.
Then, the dark waves that hit my chest fell back and forth into poems everywhere on the beach of my heart. Who can pick them up and sing a song for me? Because I have patted the railings all over, and my mind is surging with too many turbulent poems!
If you are the most beautiful poem in my heart, then I must be that down-and-out literati who cannot write a romantic poem, but squanders all the words and sentences, leaving the entire mountain empty. The melancholy in my head...
There was still a faint sound of the whistle, as if I heard the happiness train slowly entering the station again, and the familiar voice vaguely symbolized my reverie. In fact, beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are equally difficult to produce. Why should life be in a dilemma between losing and possessing?
A few lights in the distance began to brighten, and my heart seemed to become much clearer. I am willing to let you put together these fragmented words and phrases for the rest of my life, and finally complete an immortal poem, and then grow old slowly.
At this time, are you like the old pine tree next to the platform, you have read that there are already tears in my eyes?