Shooting stars in the sky
It flew down on my lonely heart
A wish that was once made
As the heart breaks into a full belly of sadness
Drizzle outside the window
It was like tears of my sadness
The promise of the sea oath
The tears dripped into a desolate place on the ground
I can't hold my heart's worth of love
That lost time
Sorrow turns into desolation
Desolation turns into vicissitudes
Vicissitudes into the past...
It's just a dream after all!!
2021/8/23
I feel like I'm just getting things right, but the age of digitization is no longer confusing. The speed at which the earth rotates is greater than the rate of inner learning and accumulation, so it grows up to be age, and what is missing is experience and feelings about life...
10-26
Accidentally over half a hundred years old, I accidentally have two sideburns white accidentally added many wrinkles to the forehead, the youth and hot love can only be filtered in the tunnel of dreaming of time to precipitate too much impetuousness...
10-26
See such a passage on the Internet: a person always has to take a strange road, see unfamiliar scenery, listen to unfamiliar songs, and then in a casual moment, you will find that the original painstaking desire...
11-01
