Night, quiet and peaceful. Snowflakes fluttering in the air, such a quiet and wonderful but somewhat special night, but only one person swirling in the empty snow.
Leaning on the window, lonely street corners, dim lights, dark night sky, breathing night ethereal, lonely and helpless, a chance encounter, but continued to have endless thoughts
Curled up on the large and empty bed, habitually picking up a book, brewing a cup of strong tea, and watching the tender green tea leaves flip and roll in in the hot water. "The rain is long, it is difficult to leave, accompanied by the bright moon, and the people in the West Building are far away." The snow is flying, the heart is hurt, the cold window is cold, turning into red dust and resentment", the chaotic broken sentences spread and occupied all the hearts. Thoughts also melt into the endless night...
Where does the floating heart stop to accept the brilliant colors?
When does the lonely heart wander to be able to reject the cold existence.
Listen, who is blowing the ends of your hair, like you and my ears tearing. Listen to the moon, like the whispers you murmured in my dreams. At this moment, forget the dust and fly with the heart.
I don't dare to face the truth after waking up from the dream, afraid of nostalgia for the warmth of the embrace in the dream, stubborn and strong heart, but because of the low call of you who broke into the sleep, sudden panic, confusion, and trembling.
Outside the window are snowflakes dancing wildly with the wind, and in my heart, my thoughts are also wandering aimlessly in the night
What about the sea of dead rock rot? How long does it take? Just like flying snow, the beauty of the moment, but the charm of eternity!
Banishing his thoughts again, letting his soul roam in the boundless darkness, Ren Nankemeng's gentleness approaching step by step, unwilling to wake up...