The fireworks are very beautiful, and the words of the two hearts have turned to ashes

In the past, it was said that they had gone together for a long time, but now, after the fireworks are gorgeous, there is only a scene of devastation, and there is nothing; In the past, it was said that they would be guarded until the mountains and rivers were exhausted, but now, after the fireworks are easy to cold, there is only one place left, a mirage.

Fireworks, very beautiful, falling strong vows; The oath, intense, withered and waited for a long time; Waiting, long, tossing and turning; Soft intestines, tossing and turning, scattered and endlessly lingering; Lingering, endless, the two hearts of the word have turned into ashes.

At the beginning of the new year, in the noisy sound of fireworks, the brilliant light blurs the dark night like the brightness of the sky; The splendid beauty is like the brightness of autumn frost and spring. The sky, burned out a dead and lonely, burning a leaf is very noisy. After stroking the fingertips, the light passed, leaving deep scars, and the heart suddenly reached the edge of shattering; After the destruction of time, it leaves a paleness, just like the moment when fireworks slide outside the window. In the past, we enjoyed the beautiful sunset, but now we are on different sides. The beauty of the Yiren yesterday disappeared in the passing years, turning into yellow, white and dusty photos. Flowers fly embers, in the fleeting streamer; Nan Ke had a dream, and he was lonely and sad at the moment he woke up in a beautiful dream.

The yellow flowers are gone, and the oath is in vain.

In the dream, the thin water and long stream go together, and the sea is dry and rotten; Outside the dream, they meet like strangers, and their eyes will never return.

Infatuation is bitter, the heart is dry, and the desolation should be complained to

I thought that as long as I liked it very seriously, I would be able to impress someone. In the end, it just moved me.

The love for you is ultimately a cocoon of the self. When night falls, I always mourn deeply in the shadow of myself, for the relationship that has been persisted for a long time but has long been exhausted. Then, listening to the sound of happiness in the wind, those pictures of happiness floated in my mind, but the memory was unconsciously blocked in my chest, and when I touched the deepest traces of the years, I always felt that there was endless loneliness flowing in my fingertips, so my thoughts extended in my mind those unforgotten pasts, and I laughed and shed tears in the faint moonlight outside the window.

In the wind, it does not bring happiness about me, but from time to time it wafts through the sweetness of others. Occasionally, I will fly over a page of the plot of the couple's breakup, watching this scene is deeply funny, so I laugh unconsciously, and unconsciously feel sympathy for the person who is struggling to stay, and finally look at other people's stories, keep my own tears, and feel painful.

Love, I don't know what to do, and I go deep. The person who appears in the dream should go to see him when he wakes up, and the relationship is so simple. When you wake up from the dream, can you really see it? After all the twists and turns, find that person, and the ending will be the same as what appeared in the dream?

Some like it, but it ends up like fireworks. Hanging in the reflection, visible but untouchable. Some touches can only be silently treasured. Like a child who accidentally picks up a treasure, he doesn't want to lose it if he holds it in his heart. Some things, if they are too perfect, will eventually suffer from gains and losses. It's like a brilliant firework in the sky. But in the blink of an eye, there was nowhere to be found. The kind of melancholy that is blown away by the wind is always like a slender silk thread, tightly wrapped around the lost heart.

Some encounters are destined to be unfatal. When the initial light tremor is gently blown by the thin west wind, the curtain of cold moon that you can't read will finally be silent. Outside the west window, there was only a white court. I remember the moment you stood in front of me, there was a kind of gentleness that bloomed brightly. But I want to hold that pure perfection forever in a corner and grow old. I wanted it so simple, but it was also the perfect disillusionment.

Red dust road, Guanshan twilight, falling leaves and yellow flower mist.

The cold moon is silent, and the soul of the flower is easy to disperse. I just want to sink into the depths of time, twist my fingers lightly, and slowly carve the past love into every smile, every look, and every drop of dew about you. Then gently pick up a sleeve of long Youfen, with full of tenderness, weave a piece of back brocade, and send infatuation to the red leaves.

The night is quiet, the prosperity is alone, and the fireworks are beautiful, and they are already a thing of the past. In the past, the two hearts were happy, but in the end, the ashes of incense were burned, and the words of the two hearts had turned into ashes, and no trace of warmth could be found.

The eyebrows are raised a thousand times, the heart knots are stacked and stacked, and the autumn water is drowning in a mottled blur. I am still standing on this shore, holding a legendary fire, just to ignite the attachment that you suddenly look back on.