It's like a year of water flowing, but it's just a bustling one.
But when we cuddle in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, we get lost in the crowd of strangers. There, there are our dearest people. The streets were crowded and disoriented, and only we were alone. Miss someone on this quiet night. This quiet and ordinary night, reading a group of past.
I miss my hometown, and the grass and trees there. I miss the deep and thick earthly world. Miss deeply.
It seems to flow for years, but it is a prosperous earthly smoke dream, so I put aside my pen.
Once I thought that people's lives can repeat yesterday, and today I know that everything cannot be repeated, then there will be a little less profound thinking and reflection on the change of my own soul. Once upon a time, I couldn't think of a thing that could relieve a lot of things, but at least I once deeply blamed myself. The real understanding in the future may really be just a form, a status quo that may change.
Once blindly fantasized that he could use a part of his own reality to a real thing, but no matter what, he could not change the feelings in his heart. So you can only carry out your own imaginary entities step by step, and use the current general possibility to measure the virtual status quo.
Dreams, isolation from the world. A dream, waking up speechless. The years have faded away from childish appearance, from innocence to maturity. Those vows that were once made are unchanging faith; those promises that were once made are also blown away by the wind and sand of time. The traces of growth are gone.
I wandered through this world of falling leaves, like a wolf powerless to resist. Is it a dream, or is it reality? Is it reality, or is it the wings of a dream?
The vast sea of people, the world cannot be seen clearly; although there are people coming and going in the unclear world, you can always find your traces. Whatever the reason, at least we were just passing by.
When the prosperity is over, the loneliness and loneliness begin to retreat, and the bustling streets and crowds are more or less the figures you are staring at, but we are in a dream. It's just that you choose to be in the depths of time.