【Floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
(i)
The cloud said lightly
The past is hard to reconcile
It turned out that all was hard to look back on
After menstruation
You can all laugh it off
(ii)
Once the heart was going
In the end, they all sank in chai rice oil and salt
Occasionally written about the wind and snow moon
It's just a dream
(iii)
Think about it
It didn't go through much
But I always feel that people are vicissitudes
I have a lot of stories
Written out
But the tip of the floating iceberg
I'm no longer a teenager
But I still can't see through a lot
(iv)
Go find a city in your memories
Those who have forgotten the old time personnel that fell
Dip in the years to fill in three lines of clear words
It is used to commemorate the deceased who have passed away their youth
Draw the end and never see each other again
(5)
Long nights
It's endless distraction
Fill in one's sadness
Then stuff everything back into your heart
Have a good dream again
I also listened to the bleak song on the pillow
No words
There are many things that cannot be exported
I can only sigh at the end
The night is getting deep and it's cold...
Author: Falling snow stained dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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