Memory is just memory, the past is just the past

When his voice was close to him, she was on the other side, through the long line, the distance seemed to be short but far.; That afternoon, the figure outside the window gradually moved away, turning around, he could not see his face, a back figure, a long distance. With the burning smoke body, it rose and dissipated, just like the intersection of her Hasty Heart and missing. Text: The fence is sparse; The loneliness hidden behind the noise, a faint shadow, a person hiding in the shadow sighed. A large white rose was open in the second place, and the tightly clustered petals were like the color of Crystal. In the rain, they were so soft and water-like, so cold, looking from afar, there is a tremor, a pity. Who can understand your language when you are swaying in the wind and rain. Tears are flowing in the sky of this city, for the dry land. It has been raining continuously for several days, and the wet weather is associated with the wet mood. The dream of last night was in the patter of heavy rain with strange and clear photocopies in my mind. I woke up in a trance, and those who could hardly remember their faces met in my dream. Yes, I only meet in my dream, I just want to meet in my dream. Time is continuing, just like the past, walking with delicate steps, fast or slow, with reserved and elegant steps, as if touching the unreal and trance light and shadow, where is the time at the fingertips broken? Following behind it, I don’t know whether the calm heart is still there. Spring is really an annoying season. The break of rain spread out between the light touching the earth. These rain, dust and people in the rain walked hurriedly with silent expressions.; When did I get used to it, when did I forget it, and when did I forget the graceful images? However, I just want to watch the interpretation without saying anything and put the moving into my heart, ignore the sad. Sometimes I think that meeting each other at a certain time is like dancing a lonely or gorgeous dance with each other in an earthly ball. Then, they may end up with each other, leaving each other or moving forward and backward hand in hand. And those departing, like casual encounter, missed again, and then, occasionally thought of, will suddenly forget. The rain keeps falling, and every drop of rain seems to be like a sentence. I don’t know whether the person I met is greeting. I have said that there will be an ending after turning around like this. It wakes up with the speed of hibernating in the ending.

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