When the clock rings at midnight, it is my lonely soul thinking of you. The night is quiet, looking at each other without a trace, I engrave these obsessive past on my chest. Words pouring out are the marks of silence. When I pass by your window lonely, I am doomed to waste the wind and rain of this life. I tried to forget those crazy fantasies, but suddenly found that it was an extremely false mistake. My loneliness continues. You don't have to remember who I am, I'd like to be lonely with you. You don't need to remember who I am, I would like to share the vicissitudes of life with you.
Moonlight, the heart that has been sealed for a long time, the sorrow of fleeting years, the mottled shadow, once again encroach on my heart. The overnight dream, freed from the cocoon, flew to the night sky. Looking up at the sky, feeling sorry for the moon, immersed in years of dreams. Deeply confused, countless familiar pictures reappear in front of my eyes, and in the twinkling of an eye, they are blown away by the wind. Reach out and want to catch something, but loneliness grows between the hands.
I'm looking out. Are those scenery fading away, the implication of loneliness, or the sadness of drifting? Countless people passed in an expressionless hurry in front of me, and with the passage of time, they were lost in the fog of memories. Gradually forget, the only thing I still remember is the tenderness that was briefly accompanied. The fate between people is so shallow. Who is the passer-by in whose life, and who is the reincarnation in whose life? The dust of the previous life, the wind of this life, leaving only that endless yearning and loneliness. The breath in the memory has drifted away. My loneliness walks in the lonely mountains, still firm. As the years go by, I never stop spinning. My loneliness will have a shore someday.
At this moment, there is also an illusion of nothingness, a kind of looming emotion, and the encounter of falling in love at first sight will be hidden in a faint dream. I firmly believe that there is a feeling that we can stay together in the cycle of the seasons. But what I touch is always the unspeakable feelings, you want to talk, but you want to stop, those promises in the secret between the paper, swirling those messy handwriting, youth will hold up one small throb after another. I guess what's on your mind, whether I still live in the bottom of your heart, is your secret for years.
Love is cold and warm, and the world is depressed. Now, who can believe in the loyalty of love, who can carry out the promise of love. Fall into the earth, read the vicissitudes of life, how many dreams, like moonlight flying out of the heart of the fence, wandering in the hazy, how many dreams, perched in the grass, completed dewdrops, a smile to release the loss in the heart. Is it not enough for me to wait in my previous life, or the love in winter, just like the snow all over the sky, just stay for a while. Illusory into a flash in the pan gorgeous, accidentally enrich the emptiness of someone's love. Finally, the pulse fades away. Make this short or permanent parting. If it is just a farewell, goodbye, will it be another reincarnation of life? But if my life goes through reincarnation only for embracing this moment of eternity, I will not regret it eventually.
If I am silent, it is the beginning of missing. Tonight, the flowers fall like rain, the rain is soft and emotional. For this wordless ending, I was drunk to death all the time of my life. Let life stay and paralyze for a long time. An unconscious fake death.
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