A misty poem with beautiful artistic conception

It is difficult to put pen to paper when the moon is bright. Listening at night, only overlapping words flow through your fingers. Just like a gently sung melody, playing with flowers and falling. Whose face is illuminated by the turn signal in the distance, forgetting loneliness, wandering alone in the same place, banging the keys of missing with a prosperous ending. Looking back suddenly, I found that the original memory was blown away by the wind, and the broken memory could not piece together the fireworks of the past. Silent season under the moonlight, scattered thoughts, waiting in place, I remember those beautiful things I found unconsciously, tears have blurred my eyes, dripping tears, distant loneliness and sincere friendship, which are gone forever in that ancient summer. Whose fingertips have been passed by years, whose moments have been abandoned, whose faces are pale, whose inability to appreciate, whose glitz has been lost ... can not be left behind. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse, glass is fragile, and there is trouble before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Hold on to it.