We once met in the vast sea of people, but in the end we were alone. This full loneliness has nothing to do with loneliness. Loneliness can still be dismissed, but loneliness is a cold and arrogant insistence of one party.
As the sun sets, I miss you as always; Time to cook the rain, I am always alone.
Each of us has had our youth, and each period of youth is a dream of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, an impassioned song and a wonderful story. The dream has awakened, the song has stopped, and the story is getting hazy.
Joey Yung once sang, "Since then, there has always been a person in my heart. We used to look small. That year, you moved a small bench, and I was fascinated by the play. " Everyone is a small world, and there is a recognized person in this small world, which is an indispensable part of us. The warmest picture in life is the moment when two people are together and know each other. Love and truth are the most beautiful scenery in the fleeting time. However, its beautiful moment was too hasty, and after passing by, we had to fall into endless sadness and hold hands tightly.
Time is so ruthless in cool thin that it will change us inadvertently, time and time again. In the end, the person in the story can't be the one who will accompany us all our lives.
Sitting on the shore of the years, all the years have passed, and those distant times are drifting away, gently picking up the scattered debris and folding the memories. The afterglow of the sunset turns into colorful clouds, either gorgeous or sad, and the reflection of time lengthens the memories infinitely. Looking back and gazing, the lost time will always be in the softest place in your heart, bright or dark, leaving deep or shallow line traces and performing scenes.
Years are like rafters, mottled with fleeting time, but also old face. Time is silent, and it is always amazing. When I look back, the lush Spring Festival has already become quicksand in my palm, and it will never return.
Leaves fall with the wind, duckweeds gather and disperse, and everything in the world has its own helplessness. The beautiful expectation of the lush years has gradually become hazy in the passing water time. Whenever this time, I always like to use shallow words to collect the faint sadness lingering in my heart and compile the layers of the past into a memorable chapter.
As people approach middle age, they are more eager for peace and security. Pushing open the window of the years, looking back at the fleeting time, one is indifferent and the other is calm, and the joys and sorrows in the world are wiped out, and the smile follows. Along the way, I have experienced the charm of spring, the enchanting of summer, the abundance of autumn and the calmness of winter. Heart like a mirror, quiet and far-reaching, life like a dream, let nature take its course, right and wrong, laugh it off.
I walk leisurely in the fireworks with a deep and broad mind. A cup of tea and a meal every day have a poetic feeling of flowing water and full of warmth. I hold a bunch of beautiful flowers in my heart and twist my fingers at the flowers of the years. A flower is quiet and safe in the wind. Time is quiet, my eyebrows are low, I smile, gently twist up a fragrance, take the breeze into my arms, and shake off my shoulders. Smile, three thousand years have passed, but it is a dream.