The forgotten dream flowers fall

The fog dispersed and the flowers were broken. Finally, I saw the truth clearly, which was the sadness after waking up from a dream. Colorful neon, the songs of love curl up, the songs are not enough for the troubles of the world of mortals. No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, it will not be everlasting after all. The three generations are cloudy and sunny, with joys and sorrows. When the song is over, only tears are dyed with ink to bury it with a paper flower. Who should be robbed by whom? Who becomes the obsession of whom? If life is just like the first sight, why do you need to bleach the attachment of this life. Flying Flowers on the edge of the dust, flashy dreams, but from now on the landscape will not meet again. Quietly, following the ancient legend, he rubbed himself into the tunnel of reincarnation. With a short encounter in this life, he piously strung himself into a heart line under Bodhi and wrapped it between his fingers. And sprinkle neglected cemetery, empty, never flowers who pain? And finally I finally realized that I was just a wisp of broken dream forgotten by the bluestone.

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