Time is a sea that cannot flow

"Tidbits of the Whispers of the Heart" | text: Ice Heart No Dust

"Time is a sea that cannot flow"

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Listen quietly to the song, silently browse the heart words you have written, and count the days you have passed. Only to find that unconsciously, we have known each other for some days.

Very hard, very hard to let go of the past, but did not feel the kind of wanted ease, on the contrary, more with a lot of pity, a kind of heartache inadvertently filled the whole heart...

Really bad mood! I want to, I want to let myself go, let my head look at the wilderness without looking back, leave the sadness far away, so far away that I can't find the way back, and I will be associated with pleasure from now on. However, no matter how hard I tried, it didn't help, and I couldn't be happier. Still, I'm thinking about you, that's for sure, otherwise I wouldn't have wept and broken my heart and wouldn't have whispered monologues. Only then can I feel that we are still very close to each other...

Gently close your eyes, open the dusty heart for a long time, recreate the tidbits of memory one scene at a time, the thoughts are flying, too many memories are like a drizzle falling in the silent night sky, the passing past ripples in the heart, quiet understanding, fine aftertaste...

Friend, I want to say to you: I am confused, I don't know where to put you. It was so heavy in my heart, so heavy that it almost suffocated me; to let you fly in the air, and every time you look up, it was a kind of wordless pain.

Friend, I want to say to you: I am lucky, I am glad to be able to meet you. It is impossible to predict fate, but it is impossible to reject the predestined fate in life. With fate, there is a poetic beginning. Cherish the fate, look forward to leaving a picturesque ending. Thousands of tender feelings, helplessly intoxicated in the heart, all the worries are engraved in the memory. Even if the times have passed, when thoughts fill the memory, the wheel of the year replaces the forgetfulness, and then look back and gaze, how will you face this space filled with thoughts? Now, out of the world with you, I am still me, you are still you, I hope I have not missed the most gorgeous encounter of my life...

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Friend, I want to say to you: I am happy, thank you for giving me care. Your heart is the sea, and your care is the ship, carrying my voyages again and again. Looking at the end of the world, there is only the pleasure of the voyage, but there is no breath of anchorage. You indulge my willfulness, make me rejoice in your presence, and you are relieved and carefree. You make me feel that life is no longer silent, full and rich.

Friend, I want to say to you: I understand that we are just a passer-by in each other's lives. Warm words will slowly drown in the ocean of memory. The warmth held in the hand is like a wisp of xia in the cold winter, and when you open the palm of your hand, the palm of your hand is an aftertaste that cannot be retained. Although it was only a short stay, there was too much care that I would never forget, and there was too much warmth that made me reminisce for a lifetime.

Friend, I want to say to you: I sigh, your world does not belong to me. Even if you know that this fantasy is lonely and helpless, you still think hard and stubbornly adhere to your dream. I once looked deeply at the railing, as if I wanted to cross the sky, thinking of the miracles that appeared. Indulge your thoughts and release endless confusion and wandering day and night in peace. The intoxicating gold, dressed with a silhouette, foolish hope, silly and so on. I let myself lose the serenity I held.

Friend, I want to say to you, I am sad, I have read you, and you have never read me. I find a lot of resonance in the text, and I get a lot of detachment that was difficult to interpret in the past. My words are full of thoughts, have you ever understood? I was lonely and speechless in my heart, thinking about one, dreaming and dreaming. Lead one, worry also. I don't care about only shadow, just to agree with jun. Just quietly thinking of you, thinking of you, letting the blood-dripping roses penetrate the closed lips...

Friend, I want to say to you, I'm confused, I don't know what I can keep? There is too much laughter and pleasure, too much bitterness and pain; too much care and concern, too much hurt and disappointment. Apart from one fantasy after another, one scar after another, I don't know what else I can keep?

The night is still so quiet, I can't help but be quiet in the world that is almost my own, as if I am talking and listening, and this realm seems to have always been fixed by myself.

A person who feels physical and mental exhaustion, feels the stagnation of the years, will inevitably be sad, will feel nostalgic, will lament the shortness of life, shaoguang is fleeting, and will also think of liberation...

Tagore said that we see the world wrong, but say that the world has deceived us. Looking back on the road traveled these days, many times, there are too many puzzles, too many confusions and too many sentimentalities. I don't know if I'm on the wrong path or if I shouldn't have started at all.

Time is a sea that cannot flow, and whenever the sound of the waves sounds, my fragile perception will gently tremble, and a thousand kinds of helplessness will haunt my heart. I finally understood that the rising sun but leaving the afterglow of the sunset, holding the silver moonlight, appreciating the beauty of abandonment, is the doomed end of this life.

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Pen name: Ice Heart Dustless, Small Poem. Listen to music and see the green mountains and waters. I like simple unadorned text that reveals my true feelings.

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