Is this world, in the world, really so beautiful?

Where my heart is, where is it, the wind blows away, the clouds bring, everything is just me, how beautiful is this!

The sunlight shines through the cracks in the trees, the spots of light on the ground are swinging, this is not a fairyland on earth, full of birds and flowers. Walking alone, never staying, maybe I should only live in the past, can not go to the future, every day always like to be alone in a daze, in the most helpless, the most lonely time, there will always be your company. Look at the clouds, listen to the wind, and think about breathing. They are all the sun, and I am the planet around them, just to give, and never think of getting anything.

The wind is blowing. There was no more people at the end of the path. I have the wind, I tell him everything I have, and he is always quietly with me. He didn't speak, but I could understand him. The wind blew away my longing, and he went to find a love for me, with you wherever I was. The child who should have fallen asleep in the wind, has he woken up again? My eyes, my heart, my love, no longer need to shout, out those three words that are difficult to speak.

The wind does not go, the clouds do not move, and the clouds and the wind must always be companions.

The clouds are changing, you see. The white clouds in the sky are so beautiful, they don't need to be shaped, they don't need to be hurt, they are free, and they fly in the blue sky. It won't block the light in my heart. There is no end to the clouds, but the clouds have an end, and he will eventually go away. "You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while, I think you look at the clouds very close, you look at me very far away." The clouds are always so far away from us, they are untouchable landscapes, just like you, constantly running on the road of life, never stopping.

I don't know why? Life has been a little rough lately, and I like to cry, but I also understand something. Listen to music, have a snack, and write poetry. to make me feel relaxed.

Is this world, in the world, really so beautiful?

Hypocrisy is the label of all people in this world, in this world. Is there really a good person in this world? If there were, I wouldn't be able to meet it. I haven't been kind to anyone for a long time, and I like the sea alone. I came to this world naked, living in search of a sea. Tranquility replaces words, the wind spreads the heart, and the clouds paint the picture. How beautiful it all is! Those tears, after all, are sins, looking at the distant scenery, they are still your shadows, and no one can replace them. Here, there was a farce, just you and me. There are so many memories left behind that can't be lost. Have you ever remembered that I loved you, even if you turned into wind and clouds, I will still love, this is not a vow, this is my love that I did not end thousands of years ago. Maybe we weren't born together, and the encounter was just a void. But more precious than dreams.

Who am I? I am the one who puts his love in the wind and the clouds.

Is this world, in the world, really so beautiful?

I should forget, I want to forget, but I can't forget, this thousand-year-old unchanging love. It has been seared in my heart, your back, your side face, indescribable with beauty.

People don't understand, my pain. I don't understand, I think it's still empty in the end. I don't understand, the fireworks in this world will eventually be extinguished by tears.

If you are going to go away, why bother to stay. Maybe only dreams give me sustenance.

The wind blows away, and the clouds bring back to my heart.

(Maybe it's not so perfectly written, and occasionally likes to be alone in a daze.) A person, thinking, the so-called life. When life flows in another form, no matter how much beauty and ugliness, right and wrong, have been fixed in the past forever, and the rest may only be a sigh and a helplessness. ）