Smile Radian

There is a voice that you will miss her existence when there is no one. When you approach, you are actually losing. This voice may be a kind of emptiness and loneliness, the endless torment of your life without shadow. Youth is a hazy love song. There is some sad beauty in the faint, but there is no continuation but the curtain ends. Time is a phonograph that begins to fade, and every time I hear that the touching and inexplicable vicissitudes of life love is a tunnel without end, which can not travel through the end of time. The movement time and space without beginning and end will become a distance, and the song will end, that is a fatal temptation, which is enough to make people illusory and tear off the hypocritical mask, just like playing a shadow play without results. This kind of voice is loneliness, and the extended you are endless loneliness. There is no shining between the horizon, because I can’t see your voice coming back in the sunset, waiting for the curtain to come to an end in the afterglow Bell, waiting for the wind to wither quietly, the familiar smile disappeared at the end of the world. Every time I saw the ebb and ebb, I remembered the footprints left on the beach, which were silent in the touch of the tide, just like the shadow buried in the tide of the seaside with the shells. We all embrace the memory and pain of youth in the sea wind. It was a love encounter. It is because there is something hiding your memory on the beach that the silent night will be sleepless. The stars are your eyes, the sky is silent confession, and the silent sadness and sorrow one after another, the trace of meteor sliding past was already at the end of the road. The flashing blank and dazzling past recorded in turn was the solo of wind chimes in the sky. The Firefly lit the pale parting, and the voice was passing. After a busy crowd, I didn’t know what I was looking for until I calmed down. Repeating the complicated and floating faces everyday, I am a little unaccustomed to the silent space and rhythm. Behind the monotony and boredom is an invisible loss, and I want to find something lost, I often find it lost in the crowd unconsciously. I think it is a very precious thing. I haven’t seen the warm smile surging with happy expectations for a long time, after a long time, I don’t mind. I don’t have that kind of mood to release my heart. I haven’t listened to the familiar voice of the radio station for a long time. The Voice can penetrate through the silence of the darkness. I want to I am indifferent Walker, smile more lonely when there are many people, at the corner of the crowd, I will hear the leaving of winter I wake up in a certain month of a certain year I think I am waiting for the future but I can’t arrange it because of this * cloudy day outside the window in the evening in the future there is a person waiting to look left to right love will turn a few what kind of dialogue will we meet? How far is the future? I heard the wind coming from the subway and the crowd. I lined up with the number plate of Love * I flew forward across a sea of time. We also used love is hurt. The entrance to the road Dream is a bit narrow. It is the most beautiful accident for me to meet you. One day, my answer will solve the radian of smile.

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