I like the twilight of the day, the dawn of the morning and the stars of the night, and the good day that has you.
The clouds of time follow the traces of time, and the eyes of you seem to be sprinkled with the starlight of the universe, so that my cold universe has hidden countless gentle planets for you.
Block-like airplanes are like shooting stars, just looking up at the sky with you, the scenery that is commonplace on weekdays will become different.
If time is like an ancient tape put on the radio and press the rewind button, the train turns its back from the finish line, the rain returns to the sky, and the fish migrate collectively, you set foot on the way home and hold my hand again
Want to go to a strange city with you, squeeze the city's bus, go to the noisy market to experience the fireworks of the world, find snacks in the deep alleys, watch the brilliant sunrise and sunset, all this is very common, I can also personally, but there is the best with you.
We must return all the night to the galaxy, all the spring light to the sparse fence, and all the lazy indulgence and stagnation to the past me. Tomorrow I, with hills and ravines in my chest, immediately vibrate mountains and rivers.
Time is a gentle hand hidden in the darkness, and in the interval between your trance and trance, things move from star to star.
Only your brilliance can be like a mist that spreads through the mountains.
Every time you use too much force, the feelings have just begun, you will fight with your back to the water, leaving no way back. The other party, on the other hand, is not obvious, gives just right, even after years of separation, you still don't know where you lost.