emptiness

Once upon a time, walking in the season of falling flowers. A piece of the piece predicts that the petals fall from the sky. Falling on my shoulder list, gently licking the petals on my body, the flowers are finally intentional. I only want to walk in the fall season and take a look at the fall of the late autumn. Time lost, watching those falling flowers suddenly have some sadness, there is a feeling, I found that I really want to hide in a corner, looking out the window of the feasting, looking at the city's empty and empty, I feel so small, so small

Beauty is nothing but a cloud that floats in the autumn leaves and floats in the sky. And they just match the sky to show their bodies, and when the night falls, they disappear. At that time, I could only see the black spots of the moonlight, dance with the night, talk alone and the night, and taste the sadness of it.

Even if youth is a flower, I understand that a flower is never spring, and spring should be colorful.

The second day: perfunctory speechless