My heart is always nagging at the night breeze about the past.
However, as time goes by.
And then left without looking back.
Life is an encounter in the journey.
Silently beside me like a shadow.
Not far away, there are lights sneaking out of people's windows.
The wind speaks softly, and the autumn leaves squeeze out dry tears.
Late at night, silence is like a pile of rusty old copper.
I look for myself in the dark.
There is no goal and direction.
This night, silence really hurt me.
Even if there is a kind of red dust, it dispels the sadness and joy.
Agglutination, then let it rot, and then spread out.
Potatoes, dried peppers and onions
Oil mist and smoke are mixed together.
It pervades every corner around us.
There is no wind tonight, let this hazy silence push and pull at will.
The wind was trapped in the sleeping river.
A soul stared at me for a long time.
No panic, no fear.
I understand: ghosts migrate and want to find a companion along the way.
Just like I am obsessed with tobacco this year.
However, distant time tells me
The quieter the night, the heavier the dream.
Even if it's just daydreaming, I can see through the autumn water.
Just let the dream pass before your eyes.
Have unattainable luxury
Sealed together
At this moment, the way you cross your hands.
Gave me a deep kiss.
At the moment, I don't have all metaphors.
It's like a bug stepping into a hive
Only the expectation of boiling the soul with warm water
Chew this sticky love and deep affection carefully.
Your love for me is always so subtle.
Always remind me to supplement calcium: strengthen my physique. ...
At the moment, there are no scattered floating clouds and gurgling streams here.
But it reflects my reflection on the passing years and the river water you gave me.
However, it passed.
There is a mountain of shy smile on the moon over there.
More like the softness and crispness of a rainbow after a storm.
This night, silence turned the night into a blue ocean.
Kiss every passing cloud
I can clearly see your haggard appearance after being beaten and honed by years.
Autumn should be rich.
However, who dialed this season, unarmed and with low eyebrows?
I bent down to pick up this dream, and the leaves returned to the roots.
Wu Ye flickered with the wind, leaving a series of faint sadness.
Not far away, there was a car beep.
For a moment, nameless. These flowers are blooming with their own brilliance.
Under the autumn flowers and moonlight,
I saw an old man, his back bent, cowering from evil deeds.
Now, I see my soul.
It is hidden in a dark corner.
Crawling on the ground with both hands, crawling on the cold land.
A pile of autumn leaves moved slowly, and the moved land was covered with little blood.
There is a star pointing its direction with its eyes.
You used to have me.
Save all the customs in your life with me.
Stars are still stars, but I am not me.
The night is wide, just as I save my soul.
Even the flowers and leaves in front of me are fragmented.
Because I just forgot my broken body.