Dancing in the dust, through the window, lonely autumn night, endless acacia. Quietly listening to the truest thoughts in my heart, returning to the meeting place with music, looking forward to those beautiful past events, wandering back to the moonlight in silence.
I remember the color of the night, I miss it again and again, I think of yesterday's conversation in front of the screen, and the clear handwriting still comes to my mind. I plucked the strings with my mind, and then picked up the tenderness around my fingers with my pen tip, gliding leisurely and singing leisurely, which accompanied me all my life.
Mark the dust alone, cut a flower shadow, carry a wisp of incense and tap the keys. Recalling the years, remembering that moment, I boiled the past into a cup of missing wine, drunk in my heart, all over the world. Millennium, wandering in reincarnation, a curtain of joys and sorrows of dreams, full of colorful fog, met and missed.
A misty rain and a world of love, I thought at that time, the fine print was red, saying that the business was even. Remember, you Youlong brushes, and painters are meticulous, grinding out picturesque scenery. Because of love, our hearts are clearer. Pour out the last wisp of residual fragrance, pour out the youth of a lifetime, the residual red flying, the fragments of missing, and sneak into the dream.
A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and several fleeting years are scattered like this. Pieces of tenderness, pieces of flying flowers, a sentence dripping in the brow. There are no tears in the dark tunnel. Tonight, I turned acacia into hate and shed all my life's acacia tears, but sometimes I have no infatuation, and the Taoist remains the same, always a wisp of smoke.
It has been raining for a long time, and my sadness is still there. I wrote all my thoughts on the acacia screen, but there was no sound back. No one picked up my heart, and the spring flowers fell sadly and faintly, getting colder and colder, leaning on the windowsill alone, sighing in the air, and the sadness on the pillow was hard to wash. Everything is a mess, but who are you complaining about?
The sound of the rain hitting the banana is gradually broken, the bead curtain is blown by the wind, the wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and the world of mortals is tired. It's not the same thing anymore, but it's the past tense. The hair is exhausted, the string is about to break, the moon is condensed, and tears and snuff fall. A rainy dream, a few amorous feelings, in an unexpected encounter, the fallen leaves all over the sky seem to be fragments of memory, dribs and drabs, perhaps just a dream in a previous life. When I woke up, it was gone.
Fireflies are flying, the east water is flowing and the world of mortals is looking forward to it. It is lonely and gentle outside the window, with a lonely heart, so lonely and lonely in the dark. Thousands of miles of bright moon send acacia, send a window of love, ask, are you still safe on the horizon? Thinking of last night's cold wind blowing thin shadows, laughing at the world of mortals leaving bitterness, I am just a passer-by in your life.
Heartbroken cliff, why, the shadow is one-way. I used to think that fate was an empty dream. Why did I cry until dawn? Light dance, lonely and thin streamer. There is only a beautiful yearning for the patchwork of words, Yan Yan's smile, the place where she raised her pen, and her soft heart around her fingers. Even if her heart hurts, she only whispers a ray of fragrance for you. The candles on the moon are thin, with tears in their eyes, and a roll of dreams, in which all the flowers have fallen, chasing after them without leaving a trace.
A cool breeze blew and startled the fallen leaves all over the ground. Looking at each other, I felt a little sad. Acacia scattered into my eyes and turned into tears. Tonight, with painful acacia and tears, I hold on to that fragile heart, hold on to that distant delusion and stare at the intersection where I hate the night.
Dance the ancient rhyme, from now on, in eternal love, holding the most beautiful fragments of dreams, dancing alone in the silent night. Prosperity is gone, but there are always some people in the gap of time, and some things will be remembered forever.
In this life, you are my eternal love in the horizon, and my lonely face is still my deep thoughts floating in the wind.