The original promise was finally engraved as an epitaph of love when parting. Looking at the back that disappeared in the wind, silently and helplessly fulfilled the tears remaining at the corners of your eyes. Against the direction of the wind, raise your head and be meaninglessly strong.
Looking at the quiet night lights, swaying the boat of my heart to the horizon, love becomes longing, memory, warm past, and sadness in the words stains the passionate corners of the eyes and eyebrows.
Ordinary years, sentimental life, wind and rain, morning and sunset, a period of emotion disappears, pick up the pen, no matter how you write, how you persist, even if you write to the last moment of your life, only words give yourself warmth and smile, and give yourself a bright hug. Missing is spiritual comfort, and also an emotion that cannot be guessed through the empty pupils.
Warm past, sadness of parting. We will eventually reincarnate in the changing seasons, and we will eventually fill the gap in the late night with longing. If your heart still wakes up from pain in the middle of the night, please soak a cup of fragrant tea and smell the fragrance of jasmine flowers carefully. Maybe this is the glimmer you meet in late autumn.
