Silence, Time Machine “piano stage art”

Some time ago, they began to say goodbye, but there was still no end, so those things still exist lightly until now. Many things, in this way, exist for many years, perhaps, will exist for many years. What I want to forget is good? Or is it just a period of time without any difference? What kind of thing is a time machine? Such a question is naive and seems to be more realistic than any real thing. Leaves falling in late autumn are still everywhere. The memory of autumn is out of reach, and the trace of time. After a season, life begins to be reborn. A season of life …… the days when many people come, when many people leave, when many people are at a loss. When many people disappear. A lot of time has annihilated the fleeting time. After several seasons, many years later, when we are all old, who will look back? The flashy season on the rocking chair seems long and lingering after the rain. When I am old …… who is still in my world, who is still in my life, who is still in my memory, who is still in front of me, A lot of people, really a lot of people, a lot of people. Many people who have nothing to do with the importance are there, and many people who are not influenced by the wind and moon are there. Just, who can stop for one year, two years, forever …… old days in my life, I like these words very much. I like it as if I like an antique. I take care of it and make it quiet without any harm. The texture of fingers, the texture of fingerprints, and the shallow expressions are really shallow. It can’t hold thoughts and other huge things, that’s the time. Time is still, perhaps, it will break some stories without ending, because many stories do not need to end, and many disputes can have no end. It will continue like this, continue …… for a year. Perhaps, many things can have no end. Many people can have no intersection …… when I was young, I could get involved in life. I said to myself that it seemed that I was already old. In the afternoon, or at midnight, there will be some time to rest, rest for a long time, rest to the state of no fatigue, sleepy. I will miss myself when I am in a dilemma. I can miss myself before without scheming and worrying about anything. Enduring and knowing alienation, but holding back for a long time suddenly. When you are well-informed, there is no warmth in your age. When you are sleepy, you will be full of joy and cheers. Laughing, what can I do; Decisive, what will I do. Letting it develop is a void word. I have been patiently confirming it in many nostalgia and verified it in many places and people. One day I began to understand. One day I think I will understand and will not share it with many people. Tomorrow’s Sunrise, think about yesterday. The Time Machine is really like this. In the light words, whose prediction makes the warm Castle abandoned in life clear. The city in my heart has nothing to depend on after all. Tomorrow Person. After all, it was scattered in the end of the world. It was bleak, misty rain and cool ancient wind. Whose words touched the fleeting years, whose thoughts were floating as if sleeping peacefully. If cold light in warm corner, if Tianya from countless love and hate. How good it should be to banish people to old age. Banish yourself …… plain and light get along with each other. In this case, follow the end of an impression to tell, the narration of rear-end collision …… warm flowing, life, in my impression, has gone through the beginning and the end, messy. The years in the floating light, a piece of sunny flowers on the top of the head …… the flowers bloom for a lifetime, and the flowers bloom in disorder. Gradually passing by, the shadow of leaves, the light quality of trees and the emptiness of light transmission can not stop, but also become a sea of people. When I should forgive, I have no words. When I should live, everyone is alive. Similar status, but many are no longer. The smell of air, the taste of memory, the heartbeat. Fingers, curl, life, start, life, stop …… if it is messy like this, if I can be presumptuous for a long time. If I don’t have a home, will I still have a desire, and will I still not be able to put it down? If I have a fate like flowers, will I still like wandering, and will I also like indifference. Who can I give such words? Do I need to know myself? Do I need to toss and turn in other people’s stories? Those, all of these. In this way, it disappeared. This is what I defined. In my life, I have nothing to deal. Beautiful, gorgeous, hasty …… the words I gave myself in Chen Shi’s time: heart-piercing, Time Machine. Bright, warm like a moment……

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