Why can you explain it if you hurry away? Who is holding that thread under the moonlight, destined to be lonely for a lifetime? Even in the dream, the departing soul still tells half of the sorrow. Under the blazing sunlight, the tea is as strong as coffee, and the mood becomes strong. Who woke her up in the everlasting chaos and made a disappointed flower in her whole life? On the street, European-style buildings cut sunlight into shadows, hiding sadness all over the place; Who threw her into the surging crowd and washed out her confusion all her life? Over the city, the landmark building was twisted and torn. For 60 years, heartache has already been built into a bottomless tunnel. When the sun shines in, you can see a lot of holes. Ren concentrated sorrow becomes lighter, heavy sorrow becomes lighter, and the city of mountains, rivers and rivers cannot bear it and turn it into nothingness. The most sincere emotion was letting go. At that moment, the flowers, birds and forests all turned into white fog, light and thin as weaving, and each thread end contained blood and tears. The cruelest helplessness is called Waiting. The prosperous country is everywhere, and the ravines of time are carved into the corner of eyes. The waiting time is longer than the destruction of the universe; When the city falls into the bottom of the sea, the years are barren and sand, standing on the edge of the four dimensional space of dreams and the swaying of subconsciousness, being delayed by waiting and disappointment —— youth is stranded, the fleeting time is cut off, and the wandering mood in the wind is just like floating floc, tianya wandering Tianya sorrow. If I have never climbed the tree, if you have never given me support, how come today’s separation without dependence? The deeper the love is, the shallower the fate is. In such a big city, there are thousands of bus stops and the crowd is boiling. I wrapped my loneliness with a smile. Beauty is like clouds, prosperity is like this, I am alone at the corner of the street. Fireworks broke out in mid-air. We used to warm each other in the fireworks, but now there is only one flying dog, looking for and dying heart. The green grass gradually became sad and fascinated. I spent my whole life wandering to pay tribute to our meeting at the beginning.
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