Sit by the window, look at the world outside the window, vast and far, and the sunset gradually disappears into the depths of the western sky. 
The surroundings were quiet, and I remembered some of the past, as if I had traveled to some unforgettable moment in the past.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Maybe it's really old, and I have an indifferent feeling about the ending of some stories.
Last year, it seemed that everything had not changed today, but I felt that it was a sea of vicissitudes, things were not people, and the twilight was gradually thickening.
The years are late, and the years are agarwood. Do we still have the desire to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers when we are tired? Year by year, year by year, year by year, whether you still miss a certain New Year's Eve, many times, it seems that you just turned around, and the world has changed your face. 
I have a thousand words in my heart but I don't know where to start, and when I think about it carefully, it's not that I don't know where to speak, it's that there is no one to listen to. The Tao is different, and it is better to be silent in the end.
A person's life is a very long story, and there are too many in it. I used to feel that the days were very long, but now, I feel that life is really short, and there are still many things that I will get old before I have time to do them.
Now the understanding of life is very different from when I was young, age is like the time outside the window, in the thorns, scars and scars into steel, more solid. 
I like to use the word life, which is combined with time, so that life is colorful and full, and it is crystal clear with laughter and tears in every time. Life contains all the encounters, emotions, dreams, hopes, and even religions in the world, which are indescribable, but eternal.
Life itself is fascinating, and people are constantly chasing the mystery, where am I from, where will I go, and what is the origin of life? What is the meaning of life except for living? Many people spend their lives with power and wealth, and in the end they find real happiness from their hearts?
From time to time, some stories of others and oneself will come to mind, and some of the reasons why they are deeply remembered are the condensed vigilance hidden in their stories, and if they can be refined, it is like some wisdom blossoming in the heart. 
Yes yes there is really a great power in the dark, otherwise, why do some people say that fate has long been doomed, and some people are destined to leave when they come, but why is my heart still so painful.
The rings of the years, no matter how sincere. It can't survive the red dust. The great river of time will always go all the way forward, who is the person who accompanies you on the bumpy road and never abandons the old man?
Many times we are lonely, even if we are in a sea of people, our hearts are lonely, so what? Life is a process, even if no one appreciates and there is no applause, you must learn to accompany and cheer for yourself, and sing forward. 
The night is deep, and people have not slebered. In the depths of the night, there is silence, and the street lights are quiet, psychedelic, and empty. The lights outside the window are bright, cold and lonely, and the heart melts into the twilight, and time flows quietly from the fingers.