The bright flame of light sweeps away the dark shadows and soaks the luster of life into a fiery red, the broken twilight falls mottled stars so that sin wanders on the edge of pain and cannot find a return voyage, death is always accompanied by fear, new life always hides joy, happiness and unhappiness are too far away and seem to have never been separated, repressed human nature blooms too beautiful and feels short and empty, everything goes on, whether you believe it or not, life is a drama anyway.

The entangled love bites the lives of two people, knowing that it is impossible, but saying again and again that there is a little possibility, the afterimage of happiness reflects the memory of yesterday, and the pain scratches the eyes, but living is a lonely journey.

The ice-blue sky blurs the memory of the pain, whose scar is hidden in the bright dawn, waiting to give birth to joy, the sleepless thoughts cut through the two sad hearts, and the sorrow of the dawn is written in the gap between the sorrows, the blood-red flame of light repels the heavy twilight and paints the eyes with pink glow, and the nerves of the flesh flutter again and again in the heart of the humble soul when it compromises to the abyss of desire.

The forgotten and remembered appear in the half-truths and half-truths, and the past mistakes cannot be measured, and the distance of sadness cannot be measured, and the futuristic and fantastical are lost in the invisible sky, and the hazy lilac fragrance also floats a mark filled by love.

Sadness, except for the pain behind the joy, the pain, the cracks that wrinkle after the healing, the cracks, the sorrow that overlaps into one piece, everything is destined to be the reincarnation of fate, shallow in happiness and deep in loneliness.

Sometimes the mistakes you have made and then keep repenting are much greater than the accusations of others, and before others have defeated you, your heart is under invisible pressure, and this pressure forms the poison of regret that attacks your weakness again and again until it completely breaks you.

Joy always comes too fast and goes too fast, the eternity that is clearly dangling in front of me has not had time to touch it, and it has been rowed to the desert-like dead silence, love has to be annoyed and missed, and it is entangled, so that the disillusionment and rekindling struggle on the edge of lovesickness, neither backwards nor forward.

When life sleeps on the edge of charm again and again, and turns the long wait into a bitter journey of mutual forgetting, the lost emotion still withstands the seduction of lust and finds the true meaning of love, and the melody conquered by joy does not stop noisy, but chooses to continue in repeated wandering, only by knowing how to cherish the happiness in front of you can understand how difficult it is to lose the love when it is unfortunate.

The blood-red flame of light lifted the barrier of the night and soaked anyone's heart so transparent, the dark twilight hovered on the edge of rebirth and extinction, pushing the brilliant Xia Dan color to whose eyes, the visible and the invisible remained between the fingers, so that the broken dawn appeared in the scars of the day, and the distant dusk could not be seen, and the audible and inaudible were hidden in the bright morning light, and then formed a beautiful melody to make the heart touch faintly painful.

Love sometimes lacks not a promise on the lips, but the responsibility that you should fulfill after going through the ordeal, nothing comes more quickly than love, when it occupies all of you and makes you miserable, you will find how naïve you are, only by combining 50% trust with 50% sobriety you are your own hero.