Time, no life, no feelings, sitting quietly, listening to quiet shallow language, whispering Sanskrit, dancing and dreaming in the enchanting moonlight. ...
Road, walk with your feet, love and feel with your heart. If time can go back, please let me go back to the moment when we passed by.
Love before time, reincarnation, flower shadow shaking, wandering.
Lonely long street, the lights are dim, the evening breeze blows, and it can't help but be a little cold. The bleak autumn wind blew and the dead leaves rolled in front of me. The years are silent, the past is far away, and finally it is submerged in memories.
Leaning by the window, reading a book and listening to a piece of music, unconsciously, I don't know what kind of journey has dyed my years white.
Sometimes I forget myself, sometimes I don't care.
Life is like a dream, not everything is as we think, and the initial heart may have been forgotten by us in the hazy time.
The world of mortals, stop and miss, the most beautiful regret, the remnant dream without trace.
The world of mortals is rolling, we meet by chance in the vast sea of people, a cup of mellow coffee, and the bitterness of peace. Time is speechless, cold nights are faint, and my thoughts are myriad.
Originally, we agreed to spend the rest of our lives together, but after the most splendid years, we unconsciously separated, then drifted away, and finally, there was no intersection. Just one day in the future, when I look back, I suddenly think of myself and the perfect you. ...
The night sky is quiet, whose thoughts are full of homesickness, whose retrospect is beautiful and fleeting, remembering the summer, autumn wind, spring rain and winter snow of that year.
Every time I think back, I will inadvertently reveal a smile.
In this world, there is no eternity, and the beautiful past is always memories, sadness, tossing and turning, and falling in my heart. At that time, love had already vanished and turned into bitterness.
Years, non-stop flowing, not only amazing, but also bleak.
The smoke of the past is the theme of missing, and scattered thoughts drift with the light and shadow, looking down at my heart and dying alone.
It is never easy to forget a period of time and go through a period of time. No one knows the lonely heart. Yesterday's dream gradually faded away, things changed, time passed, a broken heart, and the scars of attachment.
Autumn leaves roll clouds, haunting lonely hearts. Once upon a time, I was used to the rhythm of loneliness, waiting for the years to pass in loneliness, and I forgot when I lost my happiness.
Time goes by, years come and go, and over time, the memory of that year is gone, even though I miss it very much. ...
When we shed tears, some people also shed tears. When we smile, some people still cry. There is never a scar in this world, and there is no lonely soul. Even if something is broken, don't forget to say goodbye at the end of the song.
Heart, occasionally dull pain, a person is silent, the feeling of the past seems to have disappeared, but somehow it continues to this day. As time goes by, it seems that something has changed but can't be said. The only constant is the heartache of deja vu.
I used to be beautiful in my memory. Looking at the fallen leaves in early autumn and taking a breath of fragrant air, I feel as if I have returned to that time. Under the same sky, the air tastes green. ...
Looking back on the road, there is a lot of hope and more despair. ...
The journey of life is hard to finish, and the time has passed. I'm long gone. How many times have I stopped on a road? I want to look back. In the long night, I often recall the story at that time and say when I can forget it forever.
Fortunately, there are memories of the past, which can make us linger for a while.
Slightly sour, fortunately, we didn't forget.
A temporary grief, a lifelong attachment.
Beautiful attachment, quiet time.