Want to say a thousand words, but no words

Desire and thousands of words, but no words, want to cry with sorrow, but silently, the eyes that look at each other are flashing empty. In the cold winter, the mood that should have been hibernating was dripping with exhaustion and decline. Looking back on the way of coming, it was drenched, coming and going, mixed with happiness and sorrow, and finally it was the frost that could not shake. A glittering liquid slips down the cheek, gently wipes away, moist, cooler than your body temperature. Inside, there is a kind of unrestrained blood flowing, which is the foundation of freedom. In the soul, there is a persistent feeling growing. Her name is tenderness. When I first met each other, I felt like a lifetime. The dust fell down gently, and the clean feelings were like the floating clouds in the sky. Meeting you is my lifelong attachment, and I can never find my way back. The smoke and rain are quiet, and in the waves of the lake, the brilliance of colored glaze is reflected, shining and never leaving. Going south left my eternal concern and engraved my lifelong attachment without regrets. Go north, remember your unregretful love, and carve the true annual rings of your life. Deep-rooted tenderness, swaying for N years, suddenly wake up, not dream, heart is still there, but you are there, I am here, not sad or happy. Far away, a beautiful love story is interpreted in the distant gaze, which is by no means a windy and snowy night. In the lonely time, the empty soul opened its wings and wanted to fly and be free. I didn’t know whether it was depraved or not, and the empty heart fell straightly. Under the implicit appearance, there is a flamboyant individual hiding. He is expanding and wants to get rid of it. It is always impossible to coordinate between persistence and betrayal, but the distance is so close …… gently and quietly, it is not that there is no romance and future any more, but that there is no incomparable contribution any more. Understand that what we stick to is not that love, but that we stick to our own contribution. All the coming and going are not love, but can not stand the hurt. There is no emotion from Lun to illusion any more. Every encounter in the decline is the wind, flowers, snow and moon. The lofty and stubborn woman began to feel humble and insignificant. Facing those sincerity that she never wanted to win with sincerity, she was speechless. There is a person who says that every time is true, but in fact it is not. There is only one time in life that is true. In a man’s heart, there is always only one, and the only one is his favorite treasure. He may experience several emotional twists and turns, he may never be with her, he may never talk to her, even that woman didn’t know that she would always keep a certain position in his heart. But because he is a man, she is the dream in his heart, the fantasy of romance and love, so he always has only one favorite, which can’t be replaced by others. I really finally realized that I was also lucky that I was always kept in that person’s heart and never left …… was his only thing. Close the window gently, put the dream on the wind chimes in front of the window, and let butterfly fly outside the window. Looking at the blue sky through the glass, the white clouds, listening to the birds singing softly, listening to the cicadas crying sadly. No everlasting, no everlasting, no sea, no stone, no oath of love. Be fresh, indifferent, free and easy, and happy. Face right and wrong, face lovey-dovey, face enenyuanyuan, face life and death, have been silent, also silent.

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