Can't hear distant voices. Only the sound of rain was heard.
I heard that she still lives here. He found this place. The leaves rustled in the wind. Dirty water stains splashed on the corner of his clothes.
This is an old house. The mottled walls are full of cracks. He took a deep breath.
Don't know what to say when you see her? It has been a long time since I saw her, because I miss her too much, and the pain has squeezed his heart.
He was wearing that black overcoat. Just like the first time I saw her ten years ago.
She has her boyfriend. He also has his own partner. It is in such a distant situation. They still know each other.
She has a ponytail and a pair of ripped jeans. Like a student just out of school. Microwaves rippling in a pair of big eyes. He likes her eyes. Like hiding thousands of brilliance. He was deeply fascinated by her restlessness and flamboyant personality.
In the end, they still failed to cross the last line of defense. Each got married.
He adjusted the corners of his clothes. Seeing this familiar house has mixed feelings.
Time will not stop here, they all need to travel far. You can't go back to the past, and you can't go to the future. Similar two points, the bustling end.
You will hear the sound of rain falling, pattering, full of melancholy. At the same point in time, at the origin of memory.
I need to listen to a lot of songs for inspiration. Those familiar songs water my memories.
Sleeping memories, long echoes. I seem to be slowly recalling the past. It's like in a windy afternoon, I was wearing a black coat standing by the train track, looking at the direction of the train, the wind messed with my hair, and I was blinded by the wind and sand. Just staring blankly like that, motionless.
Reeds all over the mountains and plains. Sway with the wind.
Probably because I have been alone for a long time. I started talking to myself, talking crazy things to the air alone. The transparent air doesn't understand what's on my mind, they just stay silent obediently. For a while, I suspected that I had auditory hallucinations. I always felt that someone was calling me, so I tried to find the source of the sound. I started to be afraid of losing.
Dreams of lying in marshmallows. Sweet and seductive.
Just like that light in the dark night. Light up my future.
There are still mixed voices all around.
This is the hustle and bustle of the day.
She pressed against the cold wall. Squat down slowly, even shivering with cold. Her dream has not woken up. Her expression was still calm. Only time moves slowly. Only memory is beating the annual rings. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com