Wind. Silence my heart

The moon above the sky is quietly hiding in the thick clouds. I don’t know what it is avoiding? Is it silently uncomfortable for me? Is it quietly crying for me. The cold wind in deep winter, like a sharp sword, pierced the warmth. Pay tribute to the years of reincarnation, send a line to the cold winter, melt the flying snowflakes into the soil, and spread a handful of bitter tears. I am sentimental and write sad words as always. Winter night, cold wind, cold moon, a piece of cold light sprinkled on the plain curtains. Picking up a magazine, I want to forget the slight bitterness in my heart by the light under the lampshade. However, the cold wind lifted a corner of the curtain, lifting the mood of missing and could not be stranded any more. The wind outside the window quieted my heart. My sea of thoughts rolls with feelings of missing. I want to put it down, but how can I put it down. Please open your heart to heaven only for me. Fold a paper crane, fly in the wind, take the bitter years to the distant paradise. Wish you well, because missing is a painful pain.

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