The dead of night…

In the dead of night, when a person faces the death of the night, loneliness is a kind of blank without words. In fact, it is not like loneliness, but cold loneliness brings the night. It’s not that I fell in love with words, but that words can express endless mood, I am the wick that only silence can light. In the dead of night, when a person faces the keyboard of a computer, the Internet is a kind of communication without sound. In fact, it is not like web pages, but space drives clicks. It is not that I fell in love with literature, but that literature can awaken the sleeping soul. I am a believer who can only awaken in midnight. In the dead of night, when a person faces the sad memory, the harm is a kind of hopeless looking back. In fact, it is not like Valentine’s Day, but youth leaves the night. I am not in love with roses, but the fragrance of flowers can guide endless temptations. I am a Lily withering in the dark night. In the dead of night, when one faces the passing of love, emotion is a kind of Tide Without flowing back. In fact, one does not like the beach, but the sea takes away the vast. I am not in love with romance, but happiness can express endless mood. I am the ice that only warmth can melt. In the dead of night, when a person faces the pressure of life, work is a kind of endless beginning. In fact, it is not like silence, but busy for the daytime. I am not in love with the city, but the city can continue the endless prosperity. I am an ostrich that only life can meet. In the dead of night, a person faces the silence of the long night. Music is a cry without boundaries. In fact, it is not like forgetting, but the flute wakes up the dawn. It is not that I fell in love with peace of mind, but that meditation can precipitate the floating dust of years. I am the mood that only silence can tell. In the dead of night, when a person faces sleepless silence, inaction is a kind of achievement without harvest. In fact, it is not like to be forgotten, but the ordinary takes away the truth. It is not that I fell in love with mediocrity, but that life can teach a simple state of mind. I am a prose that only night can read. In the dead of night, when a person faces the ideal distance, dream is an end without beginning. In fact, it is not like faith, but life brings dignity. It’s not that I fell in love with hypocrisy, but the good root that can settle my heart. I am the nirvana that only Zen master can influence. The dead of night.

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