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Who can say "stay" to the wasted time? In this world where the sun rises and falls, we quietly express every story of light and dusk, and every word, when flowing through life, leaves a shallow fragrance.
who said that regrets and sighs are not a kind of cherished and euphemistic jokes? Looking at it quietly, the light of the warm sun will forget the gray rainy night in the slight cold of winter. When the warm warmth shines straight into the atrium, it will be a feeling of happiness.
Through the sunshine that the curtain can't stop, in this warm afternoon, tap gently, and every word seems to be plated with some brilliance. Words often have no order or exit, it just starts from the beginning and ends. Like, between words, looking for nostalgia, looking for the shadow of time, looking for the illusion in the depths of my heart. Some people say that these words with blurred meaning are vague shadows left by fabrications, superficial or lonely. However, what about them? Don't worry about this, whose way it belongs to, leaving a piece of time, a piece of hope and an expectation.
Who and who meet unexpectedly and destined, the stream whispers under the bell tower, and time passes silently. What kind of outline does his face leave in the dialogue of a hasty curtain call? Who can promise who, everlasting happiness? Imagine many ifs, however, after all, there is no ifs. The hands of the clock tower go round and round, taking time. Things are different. In the unchanging scenery, what changes is the story of who and who. The warm echo of the wind, the whispering in the ear. Are you ready to return to this passing but unchanging scene and accept the surging memories?
you said, maybe, I am the same person as you, unwilling to stretch out my hand to retain, just look into each other's eyes quietly at the end, say goodbye seriously, and then turn away proudly, no longer pestering or expecting. In your own corner, let time wash away your feelings and forget the fleeting time; You said that we are all people who are used to being sad alone, talking calmly around our friends, talking about relieved or about their topics, and then slowly thinking about them and enjoying loneliness and pain on the way alone. Listening to these words with a smile, my heart floated with memories of that period of time, and I liked to find friends and laugh loudly. Then, in the middle of the night, I was alone, from one street lamp to the next, and when someone knew those things, I had already walked out of the painful night. Now that I think about it, I feel peaceful.
Seeing some people's wounds, I feel distressed about some people's plight and pain. Involved in some right and wrong, helpless and sad. Some things and others are not allowed to happen at the same time. They need staggered seasons to release understanding and beauty, and some happiness needs patience. No matter the sad and sweet stories and complex, they will be in the dazzling sunshine. No one can be happy all the time, and no one can exist alone. In the sight of others' concern, the stabbed back of the hand needs time to heal. However, not every story ends in sadness. I believe that there will be light, warmth and blessing after all.
shallowly entangled in the beautiful world of love and friendship. Their beginning and process are linked with joy, pain, sadness, waiting, disappointment or forgetting. Silence or intense emotions cast a clear and silent shape in the dark and floating time. A beautiful meeting or a sad parting is a romantic part of a beautiful story. They will eventually light up at any time, disappear into relief and cherish, closely linked, fresh dialogue and opportunity. Life will eventually go through countless opening and closing, closing and opening, passing, and only lingering in memory into a glazed self. Yes, at different times and places, memories belong to different parts of them. But who said, you can always engrave them clearly in your life. Memories and forgetfulness with a smile are still so beautiful.
An unsuccessful wish comes down to a sigh in a difficult ending. Who once said to whom, no matter what happens, when I am tired, I will stand by your side, turn around and hold your hand tightly, and I will never be alone. Will meet, the most intimate and intimate of them. Some promises are tacit. So, have the courage and confidence, smile all the way and go on.
winter is coming again. Is it cold or warm? In the time that passed away with autumn, learn to be warm alone. We are all naive and silent children, and we have difficult and tangled thoughts about many stories. Time will take us to the exit naturally. Are you still depressed?
When Director Li called me, he was still in a state of stupor. After listening to his talk about treating guests and hotels ... I put the phone down, I slowly realized that it was a wedding reception, and then I remembered, forgot to say, congratulations! It is still a' personality' that can't figure out the situation. Often, in the slow response, omissions and omissions are found, which eventually become irreparable. The situation is still changing rapidly. It seems that many things can't be planned completely in advance. However, as long as life can be so rich and full, what's wrong with it?
after two years, the second season of Liar Game is still a fresh combination of Shota Matsuda and Toda Erika. The ups and downs of the plot and the suspense and wise reasoning game still attract my attention. Remember the joy when I found it two years ago. Read it over and over again. Unexpectedly, after two years, I can look forward to a wonderful continuation again. I think of the series of "Track in the Air" and "Yisu", and I look forward to it year after year. There is always something in life, and you can constantly look forward to the opportunity to continue. Between the past and the future, perhaps, there are some unknown throbs and waits. At some point in the future, it will show all the splendor and surprises. When you are depressed, have you forgotten your expectations?
In this late autumn, the sudden arrival of sunlight makes people feel warm, and time leaves a taste of cherishing and waiting in these details. I like to sing alone in the silent night, and the long-lost and familiar melody seems to reflect my inner luster when listening to my own voice in those quiet times. There is always an undisturbed lonely time, barefoot on the light-colored horizontal ground, spinning out the light steps and stepping out of the joy and simple hour light with the weak light.
It seems that in a strange crowd, there will be some doomed encounters, but they can't be found. Just like some vague and blurred dreams, I can't draw an outline after repeated memories.
I miss the sea again. It is always mentioned that the quiet figure who once stood in the sea will always be persistent and persistent, looking into the distance. Perhaps, this is a precious and calm way to get rid of the impetuous part of the complicated mood.
Travel, writing, music, photos ... Some words will appear repeatedly, and it is difficult to understand between breaths. Like a long-cherished wish, from looking up at the vast field of vision in the sky to overlooking the bustling crowd, it can't be calmed down. Vienna, Prague, Provence ... Those romantic countries and regions, like distant and beautiful homes in dreams, are permeated with moonlight and simply miss. Imagine what kind of travel, there is a person, beside me, tired, can have warm shoulders, accompany quietly, keep walking, only joy, not loneliness.
who can accompany who, in the sunshine tomorrow, * * * to look forward to and meet. Who can, in persistence and abandonment, get the happiness that belongs to whom?