This is a desire for good feelings. Thousands of years later, the sad woman is still the man with his name embroidered on his sleeve. Women are so infatuated for ages, but men are so uncertain.
The night is dark, but the heart is as bright as water. It seems that I have seen through the legends of the ages, and there is no hate or resentment, but it is as warm as the bright moon, because it is just a legend. Bow your head, but you can't see through the watery thoughts, which are long and endless.
The whole city is bright under the light of fireworks, and the reinforced concrete is covered with colorful shadows, firmly guarding the scars that fall to the ground. It is said that love is like a flower, which will bloom naturally at the flowering stage. Even in the corner, even in the dark, as long as the flower of love is in full bloom, then the whole world will be fragrant.
The air is filled with the smell of burnt-out fireworks, and the once glory seems to be still flowing in front of us, but it is a dark sky in front of us. It turned out that the beauty had already drifted away, leaving a piece of acacia in the wind, just like the taste of love.
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The bright lights of fireflies, with thousands of Yin Hui.
Outside the window, there is no night breeze blowing Buddha, no stars and moons, only cold silence. ...
In the middle of the night, dim street lamps are dotted and still shining, and only a piece of cold ash can be seen under the street lamps. The noise of the city has long since retired, and the whole city seems to have entered a dormant state. Occasionally, the whistle will disturb people who are sleeping. In this cold and silent night, it is clear and elegant, and the night is even more lonely. ...
The lingering music is repeated over and over again, and there is a kind of sadness that permeates the heart and bones. "Don't cry, my favorite person, I bloom like a epiphyllum tonight, and I wither at the most beautiful moment, and your tears can't be pulled back ..." My eyes are staring at the screen, but my heart is stuck in the beautiful music, deeply stinging and depressing.
Love is sweet, but it is also short-lived. As time goes by, I escape between sunrise and sunset, leaving only the exclamation mark-like memory, and I relive the aftertaste again and again. ...
Whispering is just a little old-fashioned in my character. People still live in a psychedelic world, missing and waiting; Still in the dead of night, under the lonely lamp, remembering something in the lonely song ... Loneliness, no one watched me cry again, and there was complete silence around me! I am eager to hear your little voice, even if it is your sad sigh, I am eager to see a shadow, even if it is the back I have never hugged!
The evening breeze is blowing, and I'm still standing here, waiting. What about you? Do you let the breeze blow through your mind? Are you still singing your own songs without regrets? That whistle across the sky is your affectionate greeting? Clouds passing by my heart, but you gestured smartly? Can you forget!
Fireworks-like love only lasts for a moment. I will remember this understanding of love and always open my heart to face life. I will deposit my deep thoughts in my heart, and the mottled water is full of tears! I will remember that this fireworks-like love blooms in the most beautiful moment, no matter whether this love without ending continues or not, it may be love without ending. I don't regret the original agreement and promise, and I still love you without regret.
Beautiful and sweet love turns into a mirage in the ashes, gradually degenerates into a memory and becomes a long thought of my sleepless nights. The past may pass forever, with the passing wind and flying thoughts, scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains!
Fireworks are dazzling, but they spend all their lives in full bloom;
Love is short-lived, but the taste of love makes people remember for a lifetime!
Colorful fireworks, one after another, bloom, colorful, and then fall, leaving ashes and residual red everywhere. The silent night sky was decorated with colorful fireworks. At this moment, who is gorgeous like fireworks? At this moment, who is as beautiful as fireworks? However, the brilliance of fireworks is only a moment. It takes a lifetime to bloom in an instant and ignite a dazzling spark in the dark? This is the fate of fireworks? Sigh for fireworks, feel sorry for fireworks, and mourn for yourself. Why can fireworks only bloom in an instant? Why is our love fleeting like fireworks? Is it because only that moment's fate is bright? Will love be remembered repeatedly because it is short?
After the fireworks are gone, loneliness is sad. ...
Deeper loneliness after the fireworks are gone? Love is far away, who can bear the pain of heartbreaking? I lamented that the deep voice was drowned out by the laughter of the crowd, and the laughter flew all over the sky and spread everywhere ... cold, bitterness and tears rippled in my heart. Is love a flash in the pan, just a moment? ...
"That eternal night, the night when you kissed me in the midsummer of seventeen, made me cry every time in the future, and always remembered the starlight of that day ..." The lingering music still echoed in my ears, and my sight blurred; Love, but clearer ... On Valentine's Day night, watching fireworks in the distance alone is also a kind of enjoyment. Love is sweet when it is still there. Go away and never come back, and the reunited love will not last long. . . .