Prosperous red dust, who touches whose happiness

As I walked, all my thoughts and memories slowly faded.

Looking at it, I feel tired and the starlight is slowly dimming.

Listen, listen, all the oversights have been blurred.

If I could, I would spend my whole life traveling the world; And whether you can accompany you to the end

I think, if life is only as first seen, it is better to meet and not to know each other, you have your flowers and the full moon, and I have my bright moon and clear wind. As long as it's in a beautiful grassland, that's enough. Now, in the passing years of this place, who will clean up the love in the world, the flowers are silent, but they see the red face shed tears and are buried in the dust. A person wanders in the past, full of fallen flowers, the grass is green, only the self is left in the blur, and he can't get out of the self-made copper wall.

I've always advised myself not to think about it, but I still think about it slowly in the sun. Thinking about the figure in the sun always fascinates me and makes me drunk. The soft thoughts gently tap the deep or shallow traces of the years, and the warm feelings slowly infect the boundless dreams, after all, the dream and the dream cannot escape the entanglement of the word "love", no matter what kind of love it is.

Suddenly I started to miss your face, I missed your warm smile, and an urge to see you immediately rose in my heart. I miss that warm, hazy and ethereal feeling of curling smoke! As I typed, I slowly counted the bits and pieces of overlook, and I knew that it was useless, but really...... Grieved! I'm in love, I'm in love! I look up at the starry sky, in the vast sky, the Cowherd Star and the Vega Star, far away, obsessively watching one after another millennium without regrets, in the vicissitudes of time, eternally freeze the poignant face! And I can only pin all this on the pen and paper that can only understand me, and to understate my sadness!

The cold wind passed through the corners of my clothes, it was this cool wind that melted my thoughts, picked up the broken and messy state of mind, told myself, to work hard to go on happily, and told myself that even if there is no world without you, I also have my own beauty, because I understand that the over-hope, everything, is just some fragments of our life to experience, there are many are always destined, we can't change anything, calmly deal with it, let go of self is what I want to do!

Although I don't know where to go, looking up at the sky, the clouds fly over as in the past, now only a piece of paper autumn cool overnight, a cup of missing a pot of sorrow, the old things are recalled, I think, after all, I am still alone, walking alone through the lively crowd, quietly walking the unfinished road, nostalgia or nostalgia, all of which are only self alone slowly tasted, the long road is long, no end, the pace of chasing is heavy day by day, I am tired, I just want to perch. At night, at least there is a space for myself, and I should be content!

My dear, please remember that no matter now or later, whether it is hurt or painful, we have all loved deeply and had sweet happiness. Don't ask how far away forever is, don't ask how long the world can last, live in the moment, cherish what we have at the moment, we can get happiness; You don't need to add any definition to happiness, as long as you feel simple and comfortable in your heart. I believe that no matter who is with whom in the future, as long as we can treat each other well, that is our happiness!

Prosperous red dust, who touched whose happiness or who buried whose happiness