Qin has an unlit cigarette between his forefinger and middle finger. In the breeze, her long hair was brushed up, which had a poor beauty.
She smiled brightly, just like the jade bracelet I saw in the temple I have been to, without flaws.
I smoked and looked at her, and my heart ached.
At a certain moment, I suddenly want to pull her up and tell her to go. I'll take you out of here and go to a city where you can stay and never look back.
Just worried about losing, like the feeling of wandering soul, no home to return to.
I am a person who is never afraid. The only thing that scares me is to suddenly find someone leaving, and I will never have this person again. Absolutely.
There is a gold needle in Qin Er cave, which shines in the sun and hurts the heart.
We sat directly opposite the residential area, separated by a pool of stagnant water.
What is the name of cigarette R? Doctor? Hey? Disaster school? Let's talk about G- glycoside. School? Iridium vinegar pot? Tunxi? Where's the spoon? The goal is fierce?
It's like seeing everything about yourself.
Smell the tobacco between my fingers. It's my favorite taste.
I haven't met a man or woman I like for a long time.
I like those lonely faces and people with hidden psychology, which is intriguing.
Qin smiled at me, like a beam of light shining into my heart, generating heat.
Her smile is beautiful, just like the pleasure of a person drinking a cup of warm water.
Next time you smoke, be sure to let me accompany you.
Hmm.
That's a very happy feeling.
Yes, I smiled.
Like a man with a story.
Her words just drowned the softest corner of my heart.
Living in a state full of shadows for a long time, alcohol and tobacco are the strongest desires in the soul.
Writing, writing constantly, is like hollowing out yourself.
Until one day, a person closest to my soul said to me, you must choose to leave, live well, and don't live in pity.
Suddenly I feel my heart is wet.
Since then, his words have been appearing in my words.
Sometimes it is like this, like a sensitive animal, inexplicably moved and relieved.
I believe that leaving is my truest belief.
Good things will leave, as Zen says, dreams are empty, so why catch them?
I always leave, and so does Qin.
This is what I want. I don't know if Qin will leave. She takes root easily to some extent, just like the sunflower on the ridge where no one has walked for a long time.
And I, should be dandelion, will leave at any time without my mother.
A mature CD. Enya.
The ethereal Irish voice is singing:
Who can say why your road is like this?
Why does your love disappear?
Only time ...
I think so too. Time can continue and end at the same time.