The back in the moonlight is full of loneliness
Lotus flowers bloom quietly, and the heart is revealed in the dead of night.
I saw a lonely man floating down.
The people standing are scattered everywhere.
There must be sadness to get rid of it, so I chose to stand.
Tears in the moonlight reunite with night dew.
Enlarge some losses. Uneasy, like a hidden blunt knife.
Chop hard, chop hard
Carve out a broken outline
Time is only a shallow foot.
Love, but many fears spread.
Marriage is like burnt grass, naked.
A knife hidden in words
Shake the tears shed by the red candle
Confessions of a Lonely Man No one admits that he is a lonely man.
This is the paradox of life. People in disguise, masks and condoms.
Chekhov wrote it.
Words always bring people to the opposite side, which is not realistic enough.
Collapsed ego, tighten the reins.
Nothing is unbearable.
At least in life, at least as a concrete person.
Time is the best medicine for healing.
Persuade to surrender, persuade to give up
Some people dodge, some people really give up.
Shadows on the wall and flickering candlelight are instigators.
An accomplice. Cooperate with time and act in unison.
When a lonely person is alone, he becomes more lonely.
Their purpose is simple:
Let every lonely person be lonely.
Third, once the night comes, there is always a deep sadness.
Loneliness becomes an invisible hand, struggling everywhere.
One moment I pull my skirt, the other moment I pull my hair.
The moisture in the air is squeezed dry and turned black, occupying the warm part.
My heart began to wither.
Just open your eyes and turn on the light before going to bed.
Let light drive away darkness. Or fumble for a cigarette case by the bed.
Put out the fire
The most tacit cooperation with the night is the number of tobacco rods.
It was on just now, and after half a minute, it was flickering.
On such a night, humble thoughts can always be amplified.
About love, about marriage, about despair
Constantly imagine that countless scenes overlap after crossing.
The beginning of a story is always beautiful, but the ending is sad.
Like a fictional smoke bone, waiting for a flick.