The sky is playing the piano, making strings on the platform, and playing between the fingers in the sea

Love does not know how to play, goes deep, love does not know how to destroy, drifting away. In the past, there were tens of millions of customs, and they all paid curtain yuan. King’s luck, set three lives, tears buried before the Union; The next life love, difficult to continue, infatuation does not regret. The Sky plays the piano and makes strings on the platform, and the songs are full of songs in the West Building. The sea is like a dream, and thousands of years of moments. Inscription

Cold wind blowing face, cold as sherbet, dark night annihilated infatuation, silent as water, is winter too hurried or snow scattered in the heart? It was supposed to be the season when proud snow and plum blossoms, but there was no one in my heart. A season of cold winter was cold to tears. I want to borrow a piece of paper and paint a Jinse marriage. How can I understand the words of love? How can I write? I closed my eyes and thought, but I can’t draw your outline again, so I dare not write, I am afraid that it is the gentleness that bowed my head, but you have already stepped out of the red dust, leaving my thoughts on Earth alone, asking for the bright moon and the breeze to send to the Cape and the sky. King’s luck, this life is difficult to continue, the next life love, cycle of birth and death. That night, I heard that you were crying in Buddha front, and your King’s luck was over. I was destined to fall in love with each other. I would meet again on the bridge. And the latter disappeared in the sky without returning. Looking back again, under the Buddha front seats, the green lotus withered and left the goddess alone. Summer Rain, winter snow, after years of change, but waiting for you to live up to it, you know, my heart has followed you, wandering without any support. I once said that when you get the title of the Golden list, you are holding the meeting day. But I see you leave with tears, love ends in this life, dreams die hard to stay, things are not everything. I don’t ask how long the monarch will wander, but I also say a precious word. If it is destined, the next life will see you again. So deep in love, why not be shallow. If in the next life, the moment when I was silent, I would wake up my tender feelings in my previous life, and then I would live up to my deep affection, hold my hand and grow old with my son. The past was like smoke yesterday. When did you and I meet each other? Tomorrow is still, the old dream is gone, vaguely it is a dream, I am drunk in your soft and sweet eyes, you fall in the poetic ink painting, smile as a red face, separated by a curtain of painted screen, take my pure heart and clear shadow into your eyes, sing into your lines of poetry, and engrave them in your dream. Without thick ink, the color is bright, not much carving, and the appearance is self-evident. In the clear face and bright eyes, beautiful people should smile slightly and look more at the moon. In the understatement, the pen is like a wind and ink like a flower, close a song of high mountains and flowing water, which is better than the heaven and earth. Old dreams do not need to be remembered, but they are always remembered inadvertently. Passers-by do not have to say anything, but meet silently. But once we met, a kind of warmth stood in the bottom of my heart, not strong or strong, and it was always appropriate to wear heavy makeup. Not cold or hot, warm to the heart, just right. I have never experienced parting, but I only know that I am lonely. I have never experienced my heart, but I also know that I am lonely in the deep. If you are lonely for too long, you can’t help escaping, away from the sad place, silently counting the pain in your heart, the dusty city, the sequence is lantern, and it has nothing to do with the wind and moon. When the fate comes, the most fear is to move the heart. When the fate goes, the most fear is to seal the heart. The fate is like flowers blooming and falling. I can’t change any of you. Everything in the world has its own foundation. Just as you and I meet and leave, it is also the fate of the sky. Sometimes there must be something in our lives, do not force your life. Knowing that some people are just passers-by in their lives, when they go deep, they touch the heartstrings. When they go far, they affect their feelings. It turns out that everything is a dream after all, you are just a kind of scenery in my works. I am just a piece of memory in your life, which is left blank, waiting for you to sink the boat and step on the Lotus to pick. On years goes by after saying goodbye, the Sky played the piano and made the strings on the platform. The song was full of beauty, and it was a piece of love. Among the fingers, it was already a sea of vicissitudes.

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