Time is useless, and it is late autumn in a blink of an eye. Before I could see autumn enough, autumn is about to grow old.
When the scenery along the way was old, I realized that there were still many details that were not noted about the lost years.
It’s like in life, I have seen different scenery and met different people, and finally, I have become a voiceover before I know it.
Time, layer by layer, and cold inch by inch, until it cooled into a faint sadness in my eyes, on a late autumn night, awakened some long-dormant thoughts.
always thinks that the mountains are long and the water is wide, and one is two wide. However, how many people can even say that they have only been missing for a long time.
It turns out that some misses cannot be hidden. I thought I had faded out of my fingers, but I turned it into my eyes again, and finally, I was covered in my heart tightly.
is like, there are always some people who will leave a deep mark once they come. In the depths of time, when the moon is cold and the wind is clear, it is hidden deep and thought about it. Quietness or shimmering are ways of love in your eyes.
A person, waiting for the redemption of time in the night when no one cares for. But the longing from the soul can be clearly perceived even through the long night and the long distance. Even if you don’t speak, you are most missing...
Life, whether you are proud of the spring breeze, or tears fall into a river, and walking through it is the loneliness that you can’t bear to look back on.
Some people sit at the intersection of the north wind, and their four seasons are clear in their eyes. Some people miss each other in the sighs of falling flowers, and they become bitter in half a lifetime. Some people seal their obsessions in the empty cup at night, and miss their lives for a single thought. Isn’t this unpredictable life a dream?
The distant mountains cannot understand the feelings of near water. The grass and trees cannot understand the joys and sorrows of the four seasons. The dark night cannot understand the expectations of the moonlight. The wind and rain cannot understand the beauty of fireworks. After all, fate is a Zen opportunity that people in the world cannot understand and understand.
The thoughts of the night are scattered with the wind. The panic is still vaguely visible. When the sound of the wind retreats into the mountains and forests, when the shadow of the moon hides into the clouds, write a beautiful scroll about the years with little ink.
Then, we are in the play of people coming and going, and when flowers bloom and fade, we are in love without asking the end of the song, but we only wish that the people we have loved can be remembered.
When the night falls, listening to an old love song is like walking alone in a sad alley. Don't ask, will you be lonely tonight? Tonight, I will eventually pass by a past event.
Long wind, cold moon, lonely lamp, lonely shadow...
