(No way, there are too many storms before, and the code word is hard. Please forgive me. )
Heart shadow.
The fantasy of meeting still lingers in the quiet and vast space-time, and she is dizzy in the sleeping railroad tracks every night. I always feel the splendor of fireworks in the dark silence, but they dissipate in the glitz like extinguished cloud marks. Wan Li's pursuit of eternal clear sky spreads on the edge of the broken night, and the dancing light flocs spread the dancing dust, which reminds her of the vivid memories she once heard.
In my memory, a sharp figure reflected the wind and told her leisurely that the world we saw was not a clear and definite truth, but our own heart. The projection of the heart is also the trace that we have existed in the mighty life, and the warmth of the warm heart is the silent trajectory of changing energy. When each independent time and space point is connected in series, the light of truth will sway in our lost thoughts.
Every time I wake up, it is an illusion in shock, and this time the waking scene she saw in the blur is still clear. She always sees her every ending in hallucinations, which also makes her doubt whether reincarnation exists. She can feel that her life is like a winding branch, spreading from countless overlapping parallel tracks on the epiphyllum-like sand. Perhaps, time really does not exist, but the beginning and end of patchwork, after tossing and turning, will eventually be connected.
And she, like a tree trunk, hangs the shadow of falling flowers. When other branches withered and dried up, she still stubbornly lived in the gloomy world of life. She has been looking for the eternal answer to the slight change of life. Just like a painting character turning from page to page, that character will move quickly. Just like the principle of this animation, the experience of traces of our existence is connected. This phenomenon is called becoming a butterfly.
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