That summer, you walked from the corner of my eye.
I have a vague outline on your forehead.
I stood in the corner of the old stairs.
Watching your lightly dancing hair tip blown away by the wind.
The teenagers flying on the court fell into yesterday's freeze.
Birds in the sky will break the silence.
The analysis of yesterday's proposition in class still stays on the desk.
We use all our laughter to forget the loss of parting.
Only to find that it still can't change the shuttle of time.
After all, a brief encounter is an unbreakable rule.
It's called the chain of destiny.
Let us know that we have too little and want too much.
In pursuit of youthful love, no one is right or wrong.
When time overwhelms everything.
Only to find that many things have no results.
I looked at the sky, and there were floating clouds in the sky.
There are also records of our joys and sorrows
Those loose ropes that were blown away in the bleak.
Can we go back to the purple stranger when we met?
How many time and space have passed?
Disappeared in that year, you and I met, eyes moist.
Memory is so long, so silent.
Who walked into whose life?
Sigh and leave this song.
Have I exhausted all my persistence?
I can't change my once naive promise.
Your back has finally become the background of my loneliness.
How many years later, you and I
Will you pass that street again?
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Long overdue.
The cycle of the world can be out of bounds. Seeing the fate of dust, there will be a moment of pause and sorrow.
That sweet faith will never break.
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Staring at suffering for no reason, I chose to leave.
With my back to the sun, I will also be intoxicated in the spring breeze.
Dust cloud, that 10 thousand light years without me
South of Cangyang Gyatso and north of Mirariba,
Just two endpoints of time.
Looking at the sails of the sea in the past, there are sweet wind chimes today.
Look at the dusty earth yesterday, and now it is also a gully detour.
Dancing outside of time,
I wander in darkness and silence.
At midnight, listening to silent music is melodious.
Look at the winding marks on the poetry book, closed and red.
The cold wind filled my fingertips, and I simply turned around.
My vows revolve in silence day and night.
Everything has nothing to do with me.
Sheep, shepherds, white clouds, valleys
They are quietly arranged on the road I have walked.
Breeze, ears of grain, morning sun, morning dew
They will give me the ecstasy of painting every day.
Through the dry world, time has given me.
A moment of peace
The hot air I exhaled is so sincere.
No matter how many plots, they can only fly around.
The faint rings are just clear melodies.
The rhythm of the performance is invariable.
What I am looking for is the smile of travelers in the long river and sunset.
The vast song of the soul will burn behind me for a hundred years.
Beyond time
The wisdom of my blood loss is shouting at Xuanyuan.
In my dim eyes
Ten thousand years have passed since the Big Dipper.