Author: Wang Na. Original works are prohibited**.
In the dead of night, there will always be insomnia. The time of no consciousness is difficult. I'm afraid to think too much, and my brain does fearless activity.
Physical discomfort, mental frizziness. It seems that the time of the night is always a hurdle that cannot be crossed, second by second, very slow, very slow.
What is missing? Your company, your nagging, your love is gone!
What I can't see clearly is not my life, but an invisible force, doing inexplicable crossing.
The brain still can't be quiet, just like my life, how to be quiet?
I look forward to the return of quiet tomorrow, the years will be quiet, the body will be **, and the people who are closely related to me will be safe and sound.
Scribbled words can't solve lovesickness. In the sleepless night, the dream does not come. Fall in love with you, or fall in love with your name? Thousands of calls, those who wish always look at each other.
What you have given me is my infatuation. When I didn't see you say a word, I was so moved.
Is it a joke? Love you and I'm like a fool. Isn't it a joke? I don't know anything about what you're doing.
Cold winter nights, long sorrows. If you can't find your dreams, you lose your sleep. I want to hug you and warm me for a lifetime.
I'm always in fantasy love, making up stories. Far away you, even more distant.
You are in real love, experiencing the truth. Dear you, more dear
The night mottled the memory. Cold, collected the past. The lights that are clearly extinguished dream of the legend of love. In winter, it will eventually run into the distance, leaving behind the warmth of spring.
"Revival Order".
A thousand flowers fall and a flower blooms,
Don't lose the red competition fandel.
The sun and moon light turn to the year easy,
The east wind is coming back to spring.