In the dream of how long ago, he secretly woke up, looked down to pick up the fragments of the dream, and there was a clear color in the trance, transparent with the white of the moonlight.
I know that it must be the look in your eyes watching me in the night, in the waves of the tide rising and falling, in the looking back again and again, shining for me, as if I first saw it.
It's just the red dust of love, we have been too far apart, even if I turn around at this moment, I will never be able to look at you again. On the night of the wind, there is always a journey of thought that has nowhere to run aground, and the sadness of the chaos is always lingering on the fingertips, gradually showing inexplicable sadness.
In the memory of you and me, there is nothing that cannot be forgotten for a long time, let the fancy years, with you banished to the earth and the heavens, the lost heart, fell into the depths of red dust, still can not find a trace of brightness can heal the wounds of love.
By the way, so many small fragments of time have been inadvertently scattered, although the time has been shallow all the way, and the emotion that seems to deviate is still circulating in the line of sight of looking back, until the promise of you and me is flowing into the most hasty picture in memory.
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