There are two kinds of flowers of the night that bloom in all the darkness you experience. There are tears, always gathering at the window that can open the light. Your heart loves the world, in the absurd moment when the flames go out.
Those broken plots begin in a backlit world. There has never been a flower bloom that can and the withering of roses is more heartbreaking.
Use just a beam of light to light up your eyelashes and your forehead, which emerges from a transparent world. In an ode, there is your frozen love, those petals, the beautiful details that drift into the illusion.
How can a pathetic verse be written without a soul full of compassion?
Your eyes are always a song of sorrow, and on mornings without shadows, you raise your hand against the signal of the passage of time.
Look up and the vast sea of sorrow will be revealed above your sky. The time for a bouquet of flowers to wither is an eternal love, and behind you, wings and crystal stones are born with light and heat that never dies.
There were melancholy notches on the backlit forehead, and the smile that emitted a mist of light resembled the loss of an angel in the City of the Sun.
There has never been a kind of wound that can be close to your eyes, and you sit quietly, as if passing by the flickering light in time and space.
In the dazzling halo you are sad and melancholy, and at the end of the timeline, there are piles of red elegance and blue flashes
It seems that the germination and beauty of life have illusioned meaning from your laughter in the glimmer. In your life, there is the spirit of the iris that moves, and the quiet and whispering that flows in the night
What has never changed is the redness of your lips, and the love and radiance of this pink color
I love the rose, I love its petals and the pure beauty of love. In the light wheel of its petals, crystals and grains are carved. At night it opens silently, and the rhythms of those breaths prophesied the vivid melodies and imprints of life
In the space of the cloud of probability, your world is as beautiful as a song, and the veil and the mist of light limit your beauty. In an instant, you understand that melancholy is only a momentary response, and the brilliance in your eyes, never depressed in time
The world outside the window stretches out all the thoughts and thoughts of your mind. You hold up the camera, corresponding to the appearance of this world, the flowers are passing away, the heart is dissolving.