I wonder what it's like tonight? Standing in the winter with snowflakes in the wind, listening to music aimlessly, resting in a rare and quiet mood, or waiting for the appearance of beauty, or waiting for the feeling that has always been formed in the heart.
I don't know what kind of result such a wait will be, nor do I know whether this feeling will come as scheduled, but there is an inexplicable heartbeat, feeling the echo of the heart, the same waiting, exists in different time and space.
Heartbreak without a trace, in every sleepless night, there will always be memories, recalling the feeling of going from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, perhaps like the blood soaked in the heart, slowly infiltrated, slowly accumulated, forming a colorful torrent, pouring into the heart, condensing into a thick bloody acacia, pain will always be like a yin wind rolled into the brain, and sweet mixed.
In that feeling, heaven and earth are so close, so clear. Without time, without distance, the world is so small, so small that there is only a small space, in such a space, you can only hear your own voice, a beautiful melody played by the spirit and the flesh, some people say that this is the resonance of the soul, this is the most wonderful chord between heaven and earth. Expecting such a feeling, the shadow of the heart will also feel this way.
In that feeling, the world is so mysterious, so serendipitous. Maybe it is God's arrangement, or maybe it is the agreement of the past life, when the sun first shines, it will blossom in spring, a trace of wind blows, green the trees, green the flowers and grass, but also green the frozen mood, maybe not prepared, maybe not have the courage to meet this long-lost warmth, after the wind and snow, melted the flow of emotions on the ground. Just like walking on foot in the top of a dream, walking alone in the sea of loss, that heartbreak mood has disappeared.
In that feeling, the mind is so clear, so magnanimous. There is no hatred, no harm, the mood is so throbbing, even a little crazy, can't tell the reason, the result is not clear, but it deeply touches the pulse of the mind, maybe it is clearly known to be a pain, or even a loss, maybe the soul has been tortured countless times, should not meet, should not stay, should not be so obsessed with this almost narcissistic feeling, but for this feeling stored in the heart, but it really remains in the space that belongs to the heart.
In that feeling, joy, happiness and joy are eternal themes. Some people say that the highest state of life comes from inner happiness and happiness, all happiness, all happiness has been deeply integrated into that feeling, although it exists in the soul but dominates all the spirits, light or thick, idealistic, it will be permanent, this is also a kind of beauty, a result. That special feeling, because of selflessness and desirelessness, because of indifferent sorrow, will be more eternal.
Even if there is a thousand attachments to this feeling, it can still only quietly release the mood in this dark night, even if this feeling is ethereal and untouchable, can only be self-intoxicated and self-obsessed, but it will still be collected very deeply, stored in the corners of the depths of the heart that cannot be discovered.