Under the lonely light of the night, the lonely arrangement of thoughts, the heavy words tell the fragile loneliness, I am confused, in the empty and confused corner, writing loneliness. Like the sea of words surging forward, loneliness is like a lighthouse guiding me, am I controlling words or am I driving loneliness? The other side of the word must be lonely waiting. How many words of loneliness have passed through my years, embroiling my past and blurring my eyes.
The only thing that pleases me, perhaps, is that something called vicissitudes is still stubbornly remaining in the gully of my heart. Loneliness came, words rose and fell, thoughts poured in, waves of loneliness, lapping at my sad reef, drilling my heart in pain, fainting in pain, until numbness. I wanted my words to be as elegant as a blue orchid, I wanted my words to be as fragrant as peonies, but the moment I lifted my pen, a kind of sentimentality dominated my soul like air.
I lit a cigarette, and the smoke was so thick that it was who was laughing at me and saying that I was smoking loneliness! Forget it! Who can see through the world, forget it! Everyone wanders in the emptiness. Is the world so lonely? Sentence by sentence of deduction, the brother is not planting grass, it is lonely; the sister is not a Hummer, it is lonely; Oh, perhaps it all stems from the classic sentence "Brother eats not noodles, it is lonely."
Humorous lonely faction, such ridicule can change the lonely heart? I searched in the lonely wind, I looked up at the lonely riverbank, waiting for the answer that was not lonely, the eyes dry, the heart dry, the answer immersed in a moonlight deep refusal to appear.
Perhaps, this is a lonely era, no one can plant hope on loneliness, no one can forget the taste of loneliness when singing. Time is rushing, lonely rushing, tree shadows, lonely wings. That summer, everyone looked up at the blue sky, and I cowardly asked, "What do you see?" "Say in unison, what I see is loneliness.
The world is changing, the mind is changing, which corresponds to a sentence: "It's not that I don't understand the world, it's that the world is changing too fast." Hey, don't say it, don't understand it, write an untitled poem to make a break!
The reason why I am sad is to flip through the lines of poetry from the past. Why I am lonely, is that I can't find warmth and fragrance in the text. Stripped of vanity and disguise, the mind may all be headed in one direction. Standing in the bottom of my lonely heart, I felt the chill in the depths of my soul.
Don't say anything about the water town in the dream, no one can sing the beauty. Don't say anything about the orchid painting, everyone has saved the lonely flower room. The wind was whimpering, it was the tired escape of youth. The branches cut through the moonlight, and it was the sadness of tired of the years.
I watched the sky alone, only to give the illusion of words. Fly high in loneliness and enjoy your own scenery alone. Lonely and wandering, that is my heart fluttering. Lonely heart, I hide the loneliness. Looking back, the loneliness lost its face. The wings of the heart have long been covered with frost.
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