Soft light

In the face of a burst of sourness, he calmly told about the lack of residence in his youth, and after waiting too much, he realized his fragility in an instant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The frozen heart hopes for a love and persistence, and the red rope is an immortal legend in life. I was also tired and obsessed with being dumb and dumb in front of the camera, never getting along, but chasing the frenzy. In the face of the obsession of stretching out to the blue sky alone Walking on the country road, showering with the dry rain given by God, my thoughts are far, far away, I stretch out to the loneliness of looking back at the sky from the clouds in the distance.

It may be that he once longed for it, but at this time he said nothing. Who is crying in Taipei's words about the sky of the past, and who is still crying in the absence of the clear moon...... The street lamps were sleepy, and at the end of the night, they walked across the avenues, over the mountains, and over the small rivers. Now weary and guarded. I didn't want to cross a little more, so I had to look at the moonless, and the pendulum march left a blank who was chasing the clouds on the horizon and my persistence was also lost in silence, and the feelings of the past could no longer find that passion, and I was very sad as a scoundrel. There were no clouds in the sky, no moon in the sky, and I was the only one who remained by the straw and listened to the murmuring of water, which was about to flow to the sea, and you and my old faces could not move, but I was asking who was dripping.

Sitting alone in the world and the world, leaving me alone, tired of shrinking under the blue sky and white clouds, I don't understand how to tell this feeling, maybe only for this moment. I'm finished, there is no hope, there is no end, there is no present, I am lonely and have lost myself. He threw away the treasure. Alone. Who will explain this tenderness. There are more or less people in the world, and there are a few true styles, happy, happy, and safe in life.

At that moment, almost no one could understand and I could only look back at the brief moment of the spiritual covenant, who was telling, I don't know. However, my small self is like dust and sand floating in the world's reasoning.

The longing wind blew freely through my messy hair. Helplessly holding the hand of fate, and who am I thinking about the story of Jike, now there is nothing, the body that no longer exists, imagining the attachment at the beginning, I don't know who awakened the surge, in exchange for the deep nostalgia. Gasping for the fragile soul, in the vast world without asking who is like that, who is like this, only himself, without still bothering with people, thus, falling into a deep sleep.

"Zero" leaves don't know where to go, in that swirling season, played a song of the years, no one remembered that perhaps, I am old. However, I clearly knew that it was weak, and my low head was desperately overwhelmed, and no one could possibly. The clouds in the west were red with drunken haze, and I could only cower on the side of the road. Ambiguous in the moment, and another indescribable pleasure all over his body. Looking up, the light was red in front of my eyes, and I could only close my eyes to feel the warmth of the past. Injected a passion into the soul of Covenant, and seemed to be healing the scars of the previous long time, and I don't know who quietly attacked the night in my heart, not daring to look forward to the arrival of love, because she had long been exhausted and had no respite.

At this time, this gentle rain spring dripped into my heart, completely blending into heaven and earth, making me feel that I was still alive, even though the inanimate life, breathed with heaven and earth, and cured my piece of the present silence, which is really difficult to understand. At this time, I am like a newborn baby, the Creator has taken me into his arms, looking back at the four eyes, the pleasure is really indescribable, and I-, only me, it seems that the existence is really good also appeared in front of my eyes, the first look of the blue sky and white clouds, looking forward to the separation from the end, I don't know who is right and wrong, only me. Alone, in an instant, what did I feel? I'm not just me, there are many, many, the souls of the creators, the happy and the sad, no one knows what to say, and from now on, it's more about sticking in, and then blending in. I'm not alone, I have a lot of friends.

The helplessness of life is not eternal happiness, and the passion of the years has diluted the feelings of the past, but I still remember it vividly. It's a pity, who will remember me. It was white, blooming in the vast sea of people, fresh and clear, gliding between you and me. This delicate yang, dyed red not only in the sky, it shoots into my yin and yin reading white, in the sound of the years, I will be happy to seek, slowly say - it is good to be alive. Life is beautiful, like flowers and dust in the quicksand to tell the sad tears. Now I am just me, and I can only be me, and the hope it gives warms my heart - soft light.