Everything is silent, and the night is not sleep

What am I thinking tonight? The light is lighting for you at the moment, and the scattered raindrops are stirring up on the tip of my heart. I don't know where you are at this moment, maybe we're walking, maybe you're burying your head in hard work, maybe you're repenting.

Tonight, rainy night, rainy night, rain.

My mood is soaked in the cup of rain like autumn rain, isn't it?

Yesterday, I couldn't see the moonlight, I could only sigh lightly, the night came, and there were really some literati inkers who studied for me. I said, no matter the bustle and the hustle and bustle, or the silence and the desertion, I always avoid this rolling red dust.

At night, I still think of those winds and snows, just as I think of your past.

In the morning, I still remember those past and present lives, and I still remember my original promises.

In those years, the sea oath they had, but they would be like snowflakes, under the ruts of the years, tossing and turning. They said that their promises had long been written, but they passed each other again and again in the depths of their memories, leaving no trace. In those years, they used their sincerity to light up their path to happiness, but their goal to happiness was to rely on happiness.

I often suspect that these memories are really filled with a spring, full of snowflakes in the trees, and snowflakes falling. However, I missed it, he is not the white fox I met and fell in love with in my dreams, with my dream and soul, towards the legendary winter, for me, this is happiness, this is the warmth of a lifetime.