I am preparing winter food for next summer.
Time has become impatient in recent days.
Footsteps have a unique rhythm.
Breathing is also chaotic.
The heart no longer has its previous frequency.
At this moment,
The soul wanders in another world
There, some people have gods and demons,
Grass rhyme, water bloom, light and shadow
Excellent
The heartbeat is accompanied by a quiet sound.
This is not the voice it used to be.
After a long chase, the old blue sky came.
At this time, there is only one bright moon in the middle of the night, still high in the sky.
Re-enter this world
Entry time
Add some breathing.
The original sense of rhythm is also nothingness.
The others came.
Shake your posture, and you are arrogant.
I'm still holding my mouth a little curved.
But there was no commotion.