The night is deep, and the sky curtain is covered with silver flowers. The thick cave shows a fresh luster, as if gems are embedded in the sky, emitting silver light. I stepped on the dead yellow leaves to visit the starry sky. Beautiful faces illuminate late autumn. The fruit trees are in bloom, the branches are dark, and the ripe fruits are roasted by the familiar sparks, and the crackling sound of the flames is heard. The healthy pulp and the illusory world caught my greedy heart of the starry sky and acted as my wise brain. I fell in love with the starry night with all the pain in my body.
The night quietly passes by the madness, my soul is whirling under the ink-stained night sky, the mountains are holding the silence, the starry sky is holding the reins of the wall, the curves are jumping, and breaking into the stiff shadows. I stare at my dreams, block my inner desires, and stop being crazy. The darkness breathes, and the stars shine through the wind and waves, drawing lilacs that fill the sky. I smelled the fragrance on the four walls of the sky, and felt the warmth sinking instantly. My rotten emotions stood up again, looking at the innocent creatures, the desolate space, and saw the milk of roses flowing. Dots of star flowers bloom in the darkness, burning the eyes. Putting aside the erosion of words, the image of starlight is infinitely magnified. The sea wind rushes across the darkness, and the child who takes away time rushes towards the tip of my storm-like pen. The trajectory it passes screams pain, far away from the covering sky.
The proud sky is silent, suggesting that I go to the seaside for a stroll. The sea is very proud, but my feet are very low. I saw the waves of the sea rolling, and the waves rising up and running across the rivers and mountains, destroying the rumors. The waves jump across the sea, stretching out the gorgeous piano bow, the music flies away, the water flowers bloom, sway and dance, the rhythm is released, rubbing against the sky, drying up the moisture in the night sky. The wild waves tear apart the limitations of time, squeeze out the flying tranquility of space, cross the wings of starlight, continue to expand its territory, and evaluate the weight of the earth. The undulating sea surface overturns the moonlight, kisses the starlight coming and going, and harvests the warmth of the sky. The silent waves, making the sound of bowstrings, occupy the lively sea surface, sing the smooth night of the starry sky, and are buried together with the dark sky.
I stand where the sea stretches out its water patterns, and the whirlwind of secret love keeps knocking over the waves and transforming the nest of stars. The relaxing music of the sea, the power of the poverty of laughing roses. The sea uses the wonderful words of the waves to capture the traces of my footsteps and spread its fragrance. I looked at the stars on the oily sea, and the soft light was like skin floating on the sea, receiving the caress of sharks. Time is recording the music composed by the sea, kissing the dreamy wet lips of the sea, and playing with the silly scenery. The young oil painting on the sea swallows up all the starlight in the sky. The singing of the waves of the sea struck my hope, and the passion rolled through my body, praising the brilliant starry night. The belated moon reveals the remaining moonlight, and memories are buried in the lonely edges. The colors scattered by the starry sky fell on my shoulders as I fell asleep, and the wild song of the waves disturbed my unbearable loneliness. I want to ask when I grow old, what do the sky and the stars like? Time seems to be rusty with old age, and very few people ask its name. Only the roaring waves can still recall the name of time.
At this time, the inlaid path under my feet kept flashing, clearing a straight beam of light.