春柳溪山路南端，风吹日晒尽一生。
来来往往鸿雁飞，春风化雨润玉兰。
Wake up a song from a dreamer, a red leaf with fallen leaves, which is very beautiful and quiet to purify the heart. Late at night, the chill hit people, the sky is bleak, filled with a sad atmosphere, the roadside is full, the sad color of branches, and the sound of cute red children rolling all over the ground. I saw that youth is no longer complete.
When life comes to this point step by step, you will know that you have lost your direction... It is not until now that you work hard to understand that everything you have is not what you want. The so-called life and material foundation are not important. What is that similar souls resonate together. Life has been trying to move forward and reach a certain level of recognition. But only then did I know that I had been wandering in place for a long time.
You want to move forward to another height. I don't know how difficult it is. You are looking for your own world in the suffering and despair in your heart. Fewer and fewer friends are becoming more lonely. You can't find a person with a similar soul. In fact, wandering in place is more painful than losing life... My requirements are not high. What I want is souls. Ming, I can see the height, but I will never walk. I don't know if I will meet the spring next year in my life.
Just as the soft green leaves incarnate into flying dead butterflies when they lose their souls. But she is still shouting softly. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Just as the flowers bloom not for withering, but for the result; the result is not for the end, but for rebirth. Compassionate that it is difficult to cross the bridge. The sadness is speechless and easy to fall off the leaves. The vicissitudes of life are ruthless. If there is love, the sky will be old.
The sound of water, the flow of freedom, the soul of freedom, the wings they want to fly clearly in loneliness, blow through the wind, tired bodies, and the maturity of the soul will go through the baptism of loneliness and lonely time. The floating petals in the sky can make it melt. In the deepest corner of our hearts, we are in the world. Love, but the figure is getting more and more lonely.
Every late at night, I always ask myself how to get married to you so as not to hurt each other or hurt fragile souls. The faint sad song stroked its back shyly, the sky slowly turned dark, and it was getting late... Loneliness is a state of mind. Silence is not necessarily loneliness. It is lonely self-wandering. In autumn, I will walk with you next year.
You will never understand my feeling of being so lonely that I want to cry in my voice, but I'm afraid that no one will comfort me, swallow my tears and continue to laugh.
心灵一直陪伴她看着天空的流星雨划过内心深处伤痕累累，我想忘记春夏秋冬的轮回，不想在脑海里挥之不去的阴影中出现在眼前
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