The rain of late autumn shattered like silk, withered away the residual fragrance, and caused pity. The miserable smoke and rain always carry the smell of nostalgia and flood into my eyes. And the memories always swept in unconsciously, swirling around, through my thoughts.
In the red dust, it seems that every corner is superimposed with your shadow, and it is like a cut. On a cold night, every dream is permeated with pain. Thoughts fluttered like butterflies, and each spread of wings struck the soft and soft heart.
When you wake up, Yin Yin has a pillow of tears, without you. Dreams swaying in the wind, silent, without a trace. The indescribable feelings of desolation are as deep as autumn water. I condensed thousands of words of my heart into the end of the pen, and I wanted to shed tears first.
The night is lonely, slightly cool as Qin. Your shadow is as faint as smoke, but it is always in my distant sight. Thoughts spread in the night, full of paper style, in the silent place of the water moon, the heart blooms like a lotus flower.
A night wind gently pulls up the falling flowers near the water. Wrapped into a bay of blue water soft bosom, don't say such, I will think of you for the last time, with the purest words, the most penetrating acacia, solidifying the scenery in a dream, and placing it in a corner of the soul.
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