The passing of the water, the person who rendered the injury

In the bleak night, dance with the thoughts, will miss the tip of the pen, shuttle between the lines, and write a song. In this night, I sing alone and sing alone.

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I don't know when, I fell in love with this lonely night.

Pour a glass of red wine, sit alone on the floor, savor, and slowly drink the loneliness that belongs to you, your own embarrassment, in this quiet night, drink alone.

Moonlight Allure, a piece of silver, built a beautiful fairy tale world, but lacked the beauty of fairy tales.

Drinking and drinking can't help but be drunk. Looking up at the back of the Milky Way, I can't help but feel a little sad. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are really sympathetic, but they are separated by the banks of the Milky Way. Only the Tanabata can meet, and there will be romance of the bridge.

Like me, I get drunk every night, paralyze myself, meet you. listen! The slang in the dream is a constant thought, and when you wake up, you can no longer sleep.

In the flow of time, the wine of the single drink is getting more and more mellow and clearer, so I can't forget the shadow in my heart.

Put a sad melody, listen alone, drink. Inadvertently, it falls on the sad melody, and the silk liquid slips. In the memory, the vague shadows are clear again and quietly and slowly come to me.

I gently touched your cheeks, let the wind pick up your blue silk, gently whisper in your ear, will miss your thoughts, and finally wake up, do not want to see you illusory.

There is no endless recollection, but it is the endless fruitless desolate, superimposed feelings, and ultimately the attachment without regrets.

I’m afraid that Shuangxi’s boat can’t carry many shackles. A few sorrows, a few loneliness, a few sadness spread over the body. Maybe, just I am alone, reminiscing alone? !

The ghost of missing, breaking through the cell, breaking free of the reins, like a departing arrow, like a flying horse, in the boundless darkness, like the blue sky in the night sky, spreading and spreading.

I want to know each other as a dream, no longer let the lost youth burn the layers of the wound, but also want to look down on the past, hate the dust and dream. Ming knows that it is already a drama, but I have been jealous of it again and again, knowing that remembrance will only be replaced by overlapping injuries, but I am obsessed with obscurity.

Things are people who are not doing things, and they want to shed tears first, but they don’t know that they have already shed tears.

Moonlight is full of love, things are full of people, things are moving, time and time, I can swear your face again.

Mingde Foreign Language Experimental School, Bao'an District, Shenzhen, Guangdong, China