Feeling

It is a joy or a sorrow. There is no desire to ask for it. It is love, it is powerless, and it is powerless to save.

Chapter1 sunset

The deadlocks are smeared, the afternoon sun is smeared, and the sunset of the landscape is falling. The sunset that is infiltrated by blood, why the earth is rendered a bit desolate, if this is the sadness of the cloud, are we also confused? I hope that the childish heart will not go to apoptosis with you, continue to flow, and the years are quiet. The bustling sunset of the world, watching your sparsely scattered lines, seems to rely on the breeze, dance for me.

Chapter2 thoughts

Tina licking the pen, scorning a few clear sputum, micro-pressing the prime, screaming can not describe my swaying thoughts. I am alone in the lonely chair, looking at the rain and clear, want to ask; What kind of things can arouse the few shackles in my dying year? Perhaps, just wait to see the floating and dyeing the wild again to comb the haunted thoughts. Perhaps the thoughts are clear and you can find a few comforts.

Chapter3 early spring

I can't see the smoke and the grass, I can't smell the leaves and the flowers are late. I only hear the spring swallows from the south to the south. In the lonely land, I carved a deep affection. The snow, the tears faded. Winter chill, squally wind, ice linging finally took your beauty, but I have not had time to enjoy the fascinating drunk.

Chapter4 tears

Looking up, the eyelashes are slightly moving, but the heart is shaking, it seems to be ready to be broken. Sliding down the corner of the eye, a little more cool on the cheek. Open your eyes, smile, dare to ask, is it rain? The grass is green, and everything seems to be recovering. If it is fair, can it be reborn for me?

Chapter5 Crows

People are red and drunk, and they have a shadow. The plains are looking forward to returning to the sun. Who is he known? Just a few words to comfort. Laughing with waves and matching, the song has a windy tone, Hummer is following in the end of the world, who is the geese book? It’s tears to watch the grades.

Chapter6 Dong Liquor

Dong Liquor, alone drinking alone. As strong as a rose, pierce the heart. I am drunk, thinking, beheading, and reading you. Yi Yi went to forget. A few lines of fragrance, but still attached to my fingertips. Drunken to drink Dong Fen, reach out and catch, the memories of the shadows, the double tourmaline, still flowing in the heart.

Chapter7 Qingming

A clear, what was buried? I don't miss you, but you gave me a fatal past, a long wait together, a short journey together, after you have forgotten memories, I forgot to remember each other, the most familiar strangers. In the memory, a faint smile, a few confused words, a few small teardrops, a swearing lens, a quiet age, too much fatality, too much, once deeply in the Qingming memorial .

Chapter8 ending

Looking back at the cold, the tragedy under the pupil's cut is to end the curtain call? The sorrow and sorrow of the past is to pave the way for today’s endgame?

The third day: not closing