Late autumn night, so quiet, awakened my thousands of thoughts floating in the time and space of missing, making the originally quiet heart restless. Once painful understanding, why can't I wake up and forget the meeting of flowers in spring? Should I touch it? Scattered dreams flying around, feeling distressed, like snowflakes falling in the city of the sky, a little cold. I keep asking myself, so hard to forget, you. I have tried my best, but I still can't help myself. You are a demon. You live in my heart and can't be expelled.
Night, not ended, whose thoughts are still stored in the quiet and overflowing world outside the window, wandering aimlessly in the vast night sky, unknown. Perhaps their story of flowers falling all over the sky is wetter and longer than mine ... Tonight, let me hold your unique romantic pillow and whisper in the bleak night. I hope the late autumn breeze can understand me, with my attachment and my reluctant thoughts. Say, I am still me, I will not disappear in the vast sea of people, I will wait for you on the fragrant flower road in the future with a simple and quiet heart! Cigna
I used to have no empathy for "except Wushan Feiyun". I think you were always behind me at that time ... tonight, somehow, a special kind of sadness soaked into my soul, which made me unable to refuse the invitation to recall. You're still standing there, waiting for me to pick me up on the path paved with bluestones. That smile has been playing back in my memory ... The song of Emil Wakin Chau you sang to me, rain or shine.
..... "Yesterday carried all kinds of hardships.
Change some happiness and happiness for tomorrow.
Loving you enough is good enough for you.
You can ask not to care.
I don't want you to see my wound.
Rain or shine, no regrets.
Do you have enough dreams? Are you good enough?
You can pursue not to admit defeat.
……"
inch by inch
Still fresh in my mind
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