It's just that the injury came so suddenly,
When you touch it again one day,
Still unwilling to let go.
There are no inscriptions in the town,
They move towards silence along the order of life,
Your face withered in sleep,
Did you see me escape?
Can't break the darkness,
Give up tomorrow,
Before we finish,
Make a wrong ending,
Courage is a fictional psychology,
A smile is a sign of ignorance,
Struggling in adversity,
After all, it's just a pantomime.
Causal police, avoid absurdity,
It's called the crime of staying overnight,
This letter, which came many years later,
Hatred flowing between characters,
Soak every corner of town,
I want to hear what kind of harsh and vicious voice you will use.
Sing this confession for me.
Escape from anxiety,
Let death,
Sleeping in the middle of the lake is my last confession,
Old town,
Weathered brick walls,
The sky is full of inappropriate sunshine,
Can you hear me?
The sound of my choking,
And inner monologues.
Our destiny is a garden that misses the season.
When each other loses the right to happiness,
Persistence is just another irony,
What kind of tone should I tell you,
Desperate hearts are easily broken.
I once opened a window for the soul,
Will the initial persistence,
One last sigh,
Into the melting pot of hell together,
Please wake up!
Please wake up!
You just don't know,
Life is a cruel process,
To the dream of death,
Is the most precious happiness in my life,
Gentle lover,
Pure white roses,
We hugged each other and cried.
Your face withered in sleep,
Smiling before falling asleep.
Leaving is not the truth of the story,
A person's journey is full of tears,
A life full of alcohol and memories,
It's broken
Love and hate that can't be rubbed and straightened,
Never separated,
Who lied to whom?
Who left who?
Who dyed the wings white?
Who turns tears into blood,
Who sent his heart to a distant place,
Who is scattered everywhere?
Who wrote a familiar name on the envelope?
Who threw it in the corner?
Kill false dreams before going to bed,
After dawn,
Hand over your body,
Eyes, ears, mouth,
Brain,
Including all the organs that might think of you,
Makes me blind, deaf and aphasia.
Ask the sky to be bright,
Seek bright blood.
Let the soul return to its resting place,
Close contact between water droplets and ice crystals,
Is the original intention and melancholy of every rain,
From its point of view,
Love is a false sweet fantasy,
Even if time passes, it can't be taken away completely.
My breath still smells familiar,
It was a utopia in my mind, and a grand birthday party was being held.
Fill all the wine glasses,
Stay drunk.
Many years later,
All unforgettable memories will become small and empty,
Like ashes, it will disperse at the touch.
Happiness, pain, smiles, tears,
As shallow as a carefree weed,
Sprouting in spring and withering in autumn.
Every night is important,
Just as flowers need sunshine,
Listen to those even breathing sounds,
We can feel how kind it is,
When missing comes in the form of a saw knife,
We must try our best to cater to its cutting,
So that the wound won't be deeper,
Until the next story happens quietly,
It may be the prosperity of a tree in the coming year.
Or depression everywhere.
Dig the graves of the homeless,
You will find that,
Not all deaths need a grand funeral,
And a bunch of tearful entreaties,
Exile the memory to the place where you disappear,
The heart continues to bloom.
When it rains,
You won't see me,
Cold wings,
And wet breathing.
In the dark night,
You won't see me,
Lonely eyes
And an uneasy heart.
In a dense crowd,
You won't see me,
Humble figure,
And persistent pursuit.
I think,
I should have made a mistake,
The utopia in my heart is expanding wildly,
It's just that there are some things I can't refuse,
Like losing,
Like missing,
Like falling in love with you.