A night of bright lights began to go unbridled, I hid in the corner and made the sound of crying, in the empty room, sitting alone in front of the computer, listening to countless memories lost in the years, and sighing alone.
I have been alone in a quiet daze, looking at the sky in the night sky, in a daze for a long time before I seriously write out my thoughts.
Late at night, missing that person, he may be not far away, he may be there, just in such a city to witness my loneliness, feel the tranquility brought by the night, feel the endless miss brought by the night, expect him to be able to sleep again and again, but he can not according to his own thoughts, because quiet is my real thoughts, there is no bondage of missing, there is no bondage, but this loneliness of him can not be cut off.
I don't know how long later, the night gradually darkened, and such a night was repeated, remembering the scene of his departure, as if he were tired on the road again, missing his helplessness and loneliness, missing his night and missing his people, missing his love, missing his red candle and loneliness, missing his moon.
It was late at night, everything had sunk, and only the restless pedestrians had slowly forgotten themselves in the corner in such darkness with a quilt.
I was thinking, you certainly didn't go far in heaven, and all I miss was to forget it and complete a good memory with a short companionship.
How many nights have I wandered silently, for whom did I gaze?
Night, very beautiful, the rain is not delicate, tonight I can feel a feeling of coming. At night, I sat in front of the window silently watching the heavy rain, listening to the rain outside the window, I was also thinking about the past, I was feeling a kind of spiritual touch brought to me by the rain, I felt a different kind of emotion, I wanted to go back to the time I spent with my hometown, we snuggled up to each other to watch the autumn rain, telling each other about the feelings of life, I was thinking: "Tonight's rain must be beautiful"
Tonight comes, I can think of such a heartwarming night rain, I can feel the quiet and loss for the white residence of my hometown, I can no longer find the figure of home on the road of life in the tide of life in such a late winter night, thinking about the figure of home in the rain, I am thinking: "There is no suitable home at night, okay?" ”！！