Fallen leaves layer by layer. It rained day after day. Bad weather reveals restless emotions.
It is a sad thing if life depends on drugs. Like fireworks in the sky. Only a moment of brilliance.
Many people say that they have a bad memory. I just don't want to remember things that don't concern me.
Wandering the streets late at night just to cut his hair short. The city under the night, away from the hustle and bustle of the day. Most shops have closed. Faint street lights, dark empty streets. Silence can hear the sound of the wind blowing by the ear. I have walked that road many times. I can't remember how long I haven't had a haircut. I want to keep my hair long enough, very long, very long, to let it suck the nutrients out of my brain, so that I have no extra daydreams. I didn't know it until a certain day. This is a morbid escape. The hair starts to dry out, and it takes a lot of time to take care of it every time you wash your hair.
The cut hair fell to the ground. Silent, covered by the years. How many years of youth.
I am blurry in the mirror. It's like a beautiful scene in a dream. Whether true or false. I want to draw colored lines. After the age of 30, the mind becomes mature. Will you really look away from something? As I seek past times through the cracks of memory. I still clearly remember how young I was when I was 18.
I want to write a book. But I started to get confused. How much do I really know about this world?
The glory and ugliness of human nature.
The death of love.
Actually, I am nothing. I am the most ordinary person. Ordinary living in the world, moved, sad, and sad by an ordinary scene.
The injured wall that had laughed at it was slowly repaired from the cracked edge, and it looked intact, but it couldn't hide the cracked traces. I know the scars on that wall. It's like we all have dark secrets in our hearts. It hides under the eyes. stay in memory.
Happiness is a smile from the heart on the face.
?Like is a long stream of water that never tires of seeing each other.
Heartbeat is the involuntary look back when passing by.
The time of a song is enough to miss the space
Ignore the meaning of the lyrics
? Do not care about the gains and losses of life
It rained too suddenly.
Not enough to smudge the beauty of meeting.
The moment of waiting for the rain is as far away as a song.
Waiting at the bus stop
The memories in the backpack
ripped jeans
The rose color in memory
my stubbornness
Finally lost to the tenderness of the years
Wait for the rain to stop
Waiting for the cold light to penetrate the clouds
wait for him
Appeared in the colorful flowers outside the window
? Wait for the rain to stop in the rainy season
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