-Dorn
In fact, it is very sad to suddenly see the landlord's problem, because all his relatives have left. If remembering is forgetting, I will never remember it again. If forgetting is memory, how close I am to forgetting.
I chose some songs to show you. If it doesn't fit, I'll help you find it. ...
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Ice and snow paradise
Author: Liu Pin
Please forgive me when I write about heaven.
The speed of lyricism slowed down.
Snowflakes fall like night.
I thought of my loved ones who died young.
Is he cold in heaven?
Did he find any other relatives before it snowed?
At this point, are they also around the fire, rubbing their hands?
Speak softly, with snowflakes
fail
Cover my manuscript paper warmly
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Where are you?
Author: Duoduo
One stop at a time in the echo
Now, there is a little silence.
Still absorbing another kind of geographical knowledge
Just like without a guide, darkness is complete.
There is no other horizon.
Nothing. I passed away, too
Where you died.
There are no other deaths
Except for the blow your woman suffered.
Keep your flying posture.
-More complete death
When the wind in the mountain pass is still threatening, this is death.
I'm afraid to play dead when I'm dead.
The laughter of the cliff stayed in the darkness deep in the mirror.
Keep asking about the pink bedroom.
The voice from the next man
Ask your woman
Ask her: Where are you?
Where you get lost is where he enters.
From your uncomplaining side.
In a place just a little higher than people.
Death, continue to invest.
All generations are involved.
To answer the anxiety of the wilderness at night:
Where are you?
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Beautiful deceased, walking with you is only responding to the familiar call. Looking back suddenly, a smiling baby stood in the distance. ...
Beautiful deceased, walking with you is only responding to the familiar call. Beyond the grave, it's all darkness!
Does anyone think that being born is a lucky thing? I quickly told him (her) that I was just as lucky to die, and I knew it. whitman
Let us believe that the soul is immortal, and the warmth of home is not limited to the imprisonment of the body. The relationship between soul and the world is * * *, which makes people's eyes wander and far away. ...
As for writing like this, I can't help you, but I can understand your pain. My relatives have died for half a year, and I can't accept it.