At the beginning of the lanterns, I am always accustomed to being alone, looking at the flickering night sky, my heart is full of infinite reverie.
The silent night, the earthly wind, the night, with a quiet tiredness, always stirred the dusty heartstrings, inadvertently, blowing the red in the depths of memory.
And sadness, standing in the window of the night, looking at the distance with you, but I don't know how to put the loneliness, many times, walking in the alleys of the night, let me learn to be silent in the dark night, learn to hide the sadness in my heart.
Every time, I dream back in the middle of the night, walking on the winding path of the dream, feeling powerless, helpless, and sad.
The lights are dim, on the street in the distance, occasionally, there are a few pedestrians, the footsteps are in a hurry, the night rain, knocking on the window lattice, making bursts of sound, the cold wind, blowing down the desolation all over the ground, withering flowers, full of melancholy, pushing open the window hard, the night rain is slightly cool, and the face is full of fall.
I can't remember how many times, leaning on the west window, looking into the distance, quietly watching the cloudy sunset, but now you are no longer beside me, no matter how gentle the sunset, I am the only one to enjoy ......
Looking back on the past, the shadow at the corner of the years still stays in my heart, still faintly painful, the pain is as usual, and I can't get out of that helpless and sad ......
Occasionally, when I miss you, I walk into the familiar alley, the old wall of the past, after years of wind and frost, I can't see the appearance of the year, but in the corner of the wall, some unknown flowers, occupy one side, the flower room on the street has been renovated several times, recalling the prosperity of the past, all have become the past, and the expectations and hopes in the heart have been cold in the years.
In the story of love, I only gained sorrow, I used to think that in the castle of love, you were the unchanging king, I used to think that you were the whole heaven, when I woke up, I found my innocence and kindness, all beyond my imagination.
Looking, the bunches of wisteria flowers in front of the window, hurt by the rain, but still growing wildly, just like my stubbornness, I remembered that autumn, the scene of going to the flower room with you, the same rain, shattered the dream, wet the blazing love, tearful eyes asked flowers, I only heard the sound of heartbreak, there is an inexplicable sadness tearing the heart, the wind is shivering, the rain wets the clothes, only the cold ...... through the heart
On a cold rainy night, my thoughts are flying, I think of the intersection I have walked, I look back frequently, I always want to bury your smile in my heart, but there is still a voice in my heart that is fighting, and I am still painting your appearance over and over again.
The passing years, the past is like smoke, the mood is always at the end of the pen, continuing to write the heart chapter, even if there is no direction in the delivery, the wisp of affection in the memory, warms the fingertips a little cold, sometimes, reminiscing about the past, feeling that the dust is like water, floating like a dream, the heart of the shackles is left on the paper, falling into the ups and downs of the red dust, full of confusion, I don't know where to go.
After years of tossing and turning, the passing years are like dreams, some fate, come suddenly, go in a hurry, and before they have time to taste the sweetness, they leave a piece of bitterness and sadness.
Once upon a time, you swore to pursue your dreams until dawn, once upon a time, I hoped to get your exclusive gaze, remember this thing, every time I think back, I always feel sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sadness.
The lingering autumn rain has added sorrow, lengthened autumn thoughts, teased sorrow, and who is it, sitting on the gate of time and sighing for the four seasons of the cycle of flight, playing a song and laughing, flowing like water, the years are a time that cannot be returned after all.
Looking at the railing, a pulse of sorrow, floating like a dream, passing years into death.