Fleeting Time

I once thought that if there was a breakpoint in this boundless time, I would rather go back to the closure year that only belonged to me. Even if I always have to go through pain, chaos, and finally go back to loneliness, I will certainly be grateful and smile at all the hardships, just for being able, die quietly with you in the world of mortals. Are these persistent thoughts in spring, summer, autumn and winter surging in countless sleepless nights a luxury? I have thought more than once that if the love in the world, but in this way, why not take advantage of this thin and cool moonlight to bury my treasured past in the sky and earth, from then on, let’s wait for the cage dormant in time, and let’s the empty heart Valley. From then on, there is silence and no reply. I looked at the curve of entanglement in my hand’s heart, the fine sadness and inexplicable heart spread in my hand, which naturally became clear as your face, inexplicably bright, like the flowers after the rain, shake left and right in the wind. I know that no matter how hard I try to forget, it is impossible to forget. Even if you don’t believe it, even if no one believes it. If the three thousand shades of night that will come every night as promised, it is an inch of sadness in your forehead. I would rather jump and turn into a cloud that is shaking down alone, lest it be too silent, it is not enough to make people feel pity, so that they can tear themselves cruelly on the treetops and break them into bright starry sky. Is such happiness too sad or should it feel sad? However, the story will not stay because of such forbearance and lowliness. The red dust of the censer, many fragments and so many difficult moments always come and go, leave me where I am. After a very short moment passed, all the surging joy and grief seemed to find no trace. It’s just that every time I mention it, my heart is always inexplicably tangled and silently tightened, waking up a dream. I shook my head and smiled bitterly, picked up a wisp of broken sadness, continued to endure, humble, just not ready to escape. Let alone the lonely face, from then on, the fallen leaves fall into late autumn. A few years later, when the place where I stood had collapsed, there was still a familiar picture emerging in the deep memory, just like a cup of light turning slightly in green tea, at the moment that catered to your eyes, just waiting for the moment of ending. If I say, I will still be too painful to breathe because I miss you, so would you like to believe it? Maybe, you will laugh that I don’t know completely, but you don’t know that I just know so deeply that I will refuse to change. The story of Aquacome has no ending, how can it be regarded as the end? Life is more like the unforgettable water under the Dream floating bridge, carrying the initial love and the last misery, with the hope and despair of the whole life, but it still has to run all the way, and it can’t stop. If there is only one huamel in my life, I would like to be you. I am so rich that I can find your direction and stop at the tip of the world, listen to the stories picked up day and night, sing in the past few years, without sighing, fear or regret. I just want to keep a persistence for you and our undeciphered secret for the rest of my life, in the night like water.

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