I stayed up late last night and finally watched a dawn.
What kind of beauty is that ... simple but so majestic, giving people a deep shock. ...
Dawn with countless memories, long or short, good or bad.
With the sunshine all day, the days are repeating the disappearance of the past bit by bit …
Some are vain, some are empty, even in the silent night and warm afternoon, there will be a little regret and loss.
There is no reason, no reason, just an uncontrollable feeling from the bottom of my heart …
What is lost is the past, the past is a fleeting cloud, everything is like a flash in the pan, and after the moment of youth, it disappears everywhere.
The love and hate of those years will eventually become memories.
Disappear with the running time in the slow years, and remember together …
People and things I've been thinking about.
After all, it can't stand the recording of time and the playing of memory.
When the first ray of sunshine shines on the windowsill one morning, it will suddenly feel like a lifetime ago.
The outline of the past, which was once said not to be forgotten, has been diluted by time.
Don't recognize the original appearance ...
All the people in memory are slowly leaving, scattered in every corner of the world.
And all I can think about is dead white.
When it's all over at dusk.
When all the helplessness evaporates silently in the sunset.
This innate loneliness and loneliness is only faint …
Those hourglasses are prosperous after all, but they can't compare with time, but they can't compare with foreign things.
I can only stand pale at the end of the season covered with fallen leaves and feel sad alone …
Everything fades in the polishing of time, and I can't even find a trace of innocence …
Moonlight flows into loneliness everywhere … but it is also quiet …
Suddenly an idea came into being.
perhaps
After a long time, go to that bustling place again, and you will find that we are just strangers …