The sun never sets plan
Drunk sea market at dusk, smoke and rain hidden buildings, the passing years become a miniature, and feelings fall outside the city.
On the breeze, the person who pressed the shutter was happily waiting for praise. And the person in that picture exudes the most beautiful expectations.
When I woke up from the dream, I was still a little confused, was this a dream or reality, a time travel or the future, which one was I?
When Hongchen meets, it is fate and fate. You came happily, and I greeted you with deep affection. In the smoke and rain, you are silent, under the eaves, I quietly examine.
The wind is coming, the seasons are changing, and those scenes under the moon tell whose feelings are detailed, and those whispers upstairs explain whose joy.
At dusk, you will be amorous, either with the waves and waves, or with the moonlight to visit the lucky flower room.
The years are rushing in the glow, and the red dust is colorful in the dream. Ask time, why is there no sleep tonight, looking at the starry sky, can you know the past with the wind? Step out of the fairy tale and come to this changing world. Last night's love words were slightly sweet, where to wake up tonight, still guarding the smoke and rain, thinking or not, they were silent in the smoke and rain.
Season, dusk, the promised Neverland, watching the snow, snowflakes drifting; Admire the moon, the moon is bright.
Hongchen has warmth and thoughts, turning into a seasonal luminous cup, raising a glass with words, wanting to drink without orchestra, full of joy and sorrow, and the dream has sunk.
gave you the world, the north and the south, and gave you spring, summer, autumn and winter, and also painted your smiling face. Perhaps, this is a kind of giving, a kind of wholehearted giving, always feeling that it is not enough, and the morning and twilight are the most beautiful companions.
When a person is free, he thinks about his previous experiences. It was a feeling, sweet and sorrowful, sometimes secretly happy, sometimes shaking his head and sighing. Those sweetness, those worries, often come to my mind.
Perhaps, your smoke and rain that day was just for an invitation, that was the agreement of the previous life, that was a doom in the dark. Perhaps, this is a kind of fate, if you don't come, I won't leave, look at each other and smile, only to know that we seem to know each other.
I miss you, just in front of the window when the flowers are in full bloom, and I miss you, in the courtyard where the snow is falling. Because of love, there is lovesickness, and because of love, there is more care.
Because of your laughter, I learned to raise flowers, and when the flowers bloomed, I watched quietly, thinking about the delicate beauty of the flowers, thinking of your clever smile.
Thinking of you is a sketch of you, and it is another encounter.