however
What belongs to me is still hovering in the sky.
I have nothing to do with madness and screaming.
I can only look at the sky quietly.
Look at the colorless world.
Lenovo meteor is really the carrier of dreams.
At first glance, there are countless spring, summer, autumn and winter
The first category is countless lush years.
The years brushed my cheek gently.
It's like a sharp gold scissors scratched me.
Sparse from my face.
Whose youth has time hurt?
With the dreamer who once promised.
I have no time to touch my hands.
But I have stood in the wind like autumn water.
Not to mention her soul and body.
Maybe I'm just an ordinary drifting leaf.
Let me fly in the rolling mountains.
Or fall into a deep valley and be smashed to pieces.
I can't imagine.
The black and blue body.
I dare not look directly at it.
That broken soul
I doubt me.
Has rotted in the long river of years.
So, am I looking at your sky in despair?
Try to imagine yourself.
Or, I just want to
I want to weave you completely in my last memory.
Bring your glory to the glory of your last life.