I've practiced a lot of love words

I really should have met you

Still not a word

Half a word

The train arrived

You didn't speak

There was no looking back

With autumn-like silence

But I sense your sadness

After all, I couldn't look up

Failed to hug

I just look forward to the gradual awakening of spring

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Time buries the deceased, and the deceased can't get out of the memories. I sent you a thousand and eight thoughts, but there was no reply.

It is often said that people die like a lamp goes out, and it is often said that they will not return to others. It's just that life is like a play, the curtain rises and falls, who is the master? Who is the guest?

Half-hung poet

I've always liked a sentence,

I'm from where I came from, and I'm going to go where I'm going.

Half-hung poet

You are not my universe

My chase for you

There is only one sentence left

You are the Nanke of my dreams, and I can't ask for it

You laugh at me for being a fool and dreaming

Lyric

September

I borrowed an envelope from Baiyun

Load the first piece of golden yellow cut out

Tossi Wind Slow Post

Wait for it to arrive

It's time for the snake chrysanthemum in your yard to bloom too

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I caught the shadow of Aki

Just yesterday

After all, the wind keeps drilling into the sleeve

Wanted me to put it out

I didn't agree

Picked up by the wind for a day

I had a cold today

Broken yesterday, I picked up a few leaves to pray for tomorrow, a hyacinth in a bottle, two love letters to you. In the night, the clouds are drunk, and the stars that have escaped are scattered all over the sky; The moon said it was a beautiful sight it had never seen before.

Prescription girl

I wander in the clouds, and wait for the night to color me, that I may hear the pulse of the earth;

I am silent in the lake, waiting for the moon to grow in my heart, and I will no longer be lost in the world;

I sit in late spring, for a destined person, gentle spring.

Half-hung poet

The sun fell off the altar

Changed into black clothes

The sun will be gently hidden

The gaze is thin and cold

Fall into misery,

Faith that does not lose its light

You in the night are better than in the day

More appreciative

Half a word

The evening of the seventh minute had just arrived

And he heard the breath of the stars

Again and again

Confused

Lyric

Matsushita wrote a few lines of poetry

Aging in the cup has three points to consider

The flowers and shadows looked at each other and softened the time

The moon waits for her branches at night

I'm at the beginning of the summer

Looking forward to the snow that we meet in the world

The first game can be white-headed

2020/06/02

Plant flowers today

Look at the flowers tomorrow

Funeral flowers in the coming day

In the chaos of time

The foreshadowing was laid on the first day

Parting was expected

The unexpected is the present time

The moonlight was still cold and bright

Ash looked at it for a long time

Suddenly want to burn it again

Lyric

insomnia

I want to dream.,But dreams have always been about people who don't pay attention to what they miss.,This is probably pampered and arrogant.,Well,A little envy.。

At this point, I don't understand whether I am envious of my dreams or whether I am dreaming.

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Don't ask me what I'm doing, I don't know, maybe I'm dancing on my own grave.

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Bad mood (3)

Obviously the closest person,

But he is not as good as a stranger.

Obviously the closest person,

But he will always be like an outsider.

She makes trouble, you laugh, I see,

This should be the best-case scenario.

But there is no light in this city.

Only the rain ticked and ticked.

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The Beauty of Falling Leaves

Someone else is coming

I closed my eyes and stopped caring

Wait for the footsteps to approach

He curled up his broken body

One second, two seconds, three seconds

I looked up in surprise

Drowned in a pair of gentle and vicissitudes of eyes

The click woke me up

Originally

We can also be recorded in the broken

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The evening breeze soothed the tired stratus clouds

Shy little star

Just showed big eyes that flickered

Good night~ creatures on the earth

Good morning ~ Lovely stars

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nickname

I don't know where to go

Only from today's heart

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Gentleness is this thing

Not in the Seven Love Words

But it goes deep into the internal organs

From the mind

My life

It's harder than you know

It's more chic than you understand

The interweaving of light and shadow is just right

Lyric

Before the dawn

The mayfly that agreed to watch the morning glow together died

The sun rises as usual

Lyric

The pink rose on the outer wall of the school gate opened again, and the girl who died in the summer came back in the spring.

Prescription girl

#人为什么会去写点东西. Take some photos or other records. I have recently figured out that we are born alone, and no living beings can always be with us, not our parents, our partners, our children, and even our own memories.

#而人天生就喜欢寻找永恒, so we need to leave something behind, to confirm, to confirm our own existence, the existence of time, the existence of feelings.

#美好甚好, it's boring. The joy and pain given by life are all drunk, and all we can do is to feel and record, so that we will not look up and cry when the silver hair is full of years.

#至少这个世界曾记录过我清清楚楚的存在, whenever I think of these, there are white clouds to dispel the dark clouds, leaving a touch of blue and a beam of light.

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???? Today's flowers are better than last year's red, and this year's building is more empty than last year. The high-rise building sits alone and thinks nothing, and the sky hangs alone in the moonlight. If you want to talk about the sycamore on a rainy night, who will receive it if you want to send the ruler? Full of sorrow and another weight, when will you leave the grasshopper boat!

In the middle of the night, they all looked at the three of them together, but I walked alone. Why worry about the small flowers under the moon, they are still red if they don't bloom from the sun. Although the west wind is cold, there is no need for wine, and there are flowers and moons that should dance with sleeves. Thousands of sails compete to cross the waves, and the blue oars gently shake to find the lotus canopy. I've been a teenager since I was a teenager, so why should I go to the West Building at the same time.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable. Sometimes death is not a bad thing compared to a painful life. The wings of the birds are long, and the phoenixes are long; The fox is not fake, and the tiger is really a hundred beasts. Fengfeng, male.

The corridor waist talks about the spring breeze and is drunk, and the small pavilion is a poem.

After chasing each other for the rest of the year, the family letter is thrilling and deep.

Death and life are never sad, and dead wood is spring.

Reincarnation is reborn, and the flowers bloom without self-harm.

???? The rain is smoky, and the clouds and fog are superstitious.

???? Ten years of geese often accompany, should know the king and grandson embroidery.

Jasper flow, Lan Zhou has gone. The hatred is urgent, and there is no trace of it. For a long time, the voice of the resentment moves, and the eyebrows add new sorrows, and the sun should be closed!

???????? Comb your hair, gaze against the railing, and look at the water flow outside the building. The geese returned three or four times, and they had to stay a few times, and Wuling was left behind. Chrysanthemum should be thin, and travel with pets.

???????? Today is the first of October

???????? After lunch I slept again

???????? When I woke up, I saw starlight

???????? Cool sprinkled on my face

???????? I suddenly felt very melancholy

???????? I want to ask you how you are doing

???????? Whether the years are quiet and life is fine

???????? When I was younger, I was always panicked

???????? The world is moving too fast to see what it looks like

???????? Life is boring and long

???????? Infinite frost is everywhere where humanity is revealed

???????? I want to ask you how you are doing

???????? Have you ever looked at the moonlight without a word?

???????? That moonshine

???????? It's so bright that it makes people panic

When I was younger, I always wanted to

If there is an afterlife

I will be a cloud

White and round

White and clear, not stained with smoke and dust

Round into a ball, a simple sight

You don't need to read people's hearts, you don't have to distinguish between black and white

The eyes are all blue, and the heart is full of sweetness

When I was younger, I always wanted to

If there is an afterlife

I'll be a breeze

Gently, quietly

Light without a trace, with fluttering hair

Silently, the blades swayed slightly

Don't worry about family and state affairs, don't worry about lifelong love

There is no joy or sorrow, heaven and earth are hired

As a teenager, I always thought

If there is an afterlife? If there is an afterlife?!

Then I'll talk about it in the next life.

The snail with home above its head has long been overwhelmed

But there's a storm outside

He had a love to stop

Let's tear up the mask of peace

Open your eyes! Facing the rough sea

Come! Spread your wings and be a brave petrel

Dodge the pursuit of lightning, sharp words can't pierce your heart

Avoiding the impact of the waves, there is an abyss hidden under the sweet temptation

Facing the intimidation of the thunder, there was panic under the hideous expression

I'm always thinking, I'm always thinking

Perhaps every petrel is destined for a storm

So you, are you always ready?

I'm always thinking, I'm always thinking

If there really is an afterlife

So let's talk about it in the next life

To be a man in this life, to be unrepentant.

The Undertaker's Spiritual Record