I always push the window of my heart in the dark night

Let the silent thoughts fly through the window

Such a flight does not require navigation

Because already accustomed to the direction of flying

The sleeping sky does not see such flights

The jumping stars shone with tears

That's the pain of longing

That's the wound of longing

It was the blood of longing that flowed weakly

I always push the window of my heart in the dark night

Let the obscene mood feel desolate

Such desolation cannot see the sun

Because it is used to growing in the humid dark night

The world, drunk with sweet dreams, can't see this desolation

Whimpering autumn insects make noises in the distance

That's the coldness of the mood

That's the coolness of the mood

It was the hollowness of the mood trembling with despair

I always push the window of my heart in the dark night

Let the helpless mind wander far away

There is no taboo in such wandering

Because it was too wounded to hurt it anymore

The silent bustle does not see such wandering

Crazy fallen leaves crash in the wind

That's the restlessness of the mind

That's the worry of the heart

It was the helplessness of the heart, and it was going to die in the fall

I always push the window of my heart in the dark night

Indulge your thoughts

Indulge your mood

Indulge in mindfulness

Wherever they go outside the window in the darkness

Whatever they encounter in the darkness outside the window

Whatever they are dead or dead in the darkness outside the window

I'm just guarding this window of my heart

Accompany the scarred heart

Wait for that person to visit

"Wandering Love and Love" We 148, I always push the heart window in the dark I am hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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