Flowers bloom on the other side, Love says no to me

At that time, it was actually very beautiful, just like the Chinese rose of spring, the Lotus in summer, or the fruit of autumn, and the snow in winter. However, for all love or emotion, I am blind people who do not know, just like the illiterate old farmer, always live in the circle defined by himself, while for others’ efforts, but always in the betrayal over and over again do not know the awakening. Sometimes I don’t like to say love. Love is too ambiguous, which makes people willing to remove a lifetime or a whole lifetime of time for this. It’s really too long, which makes people doubt that they can’t wait, I don’t even like the good feelings of each other. I always wave my hand after joy and happiness. I really don’t belong to you, so do you. If you say pain, I am feel more sad, just like this season, winter is coming, and last year it came as scheduled. However, the snowflakes I couldn’t see were long, the purity I couldn’t see, so I stood by the bank of the river, xu Xu shines, while you are on the other side, I used to squint the shadow of your sunset, the shadow is old and long, until my side on the other side of the river, you tell me, if one day you catch your shadow, you will catch your whole world. Therefore, I try to try. At the moment I catch it with both hands, what I know is impossible, so, with the whole body and mind, the purpose is to want a whole you, and the sunset is gone, you disappear from the gorgeous corners of the clouds, I stand in the same place, but the two hands are empty, seeing you getting away gradually, I was unable to be sad at that time. There were always too many unwilling people. However, many years later, I remembered that it was really sad. Why did you disappear like a cloud, under my gaze, it was so calm. And one day, when I slept on the northwest corner in the late night after I got drunk, I gradually realized that such a night scene was destined to be sad, but who played music for me, how about playing a song of love or hate? We once met in a dream, just like I am drunk now, with slight drunkenness, slight missing and slight hatred. However, it was on the other side, the flowers on the other side were cool, and the Frost I saw was full of eyes. The long shadow that I could not see could not reach into my heart to explore you. The fragrance of Youyou comes across a river. I am heart moving happy. If I live in a dream, I will fall asleep like this. I will not wake up any more. I will get drunk with the fragrance. It was for a long time, what a pity to die! Is it really an oath? You once asked me like that. I just smiled at myself without paying attention, like a FEI wandering on the street in the early morning with a cigarette holder, just because you said you liked someone, I pretended that expression. What I thought I liked was to be a mirror of others and watch you sing and dance in his world. What kind of arrogance? If it rains in autumn, the fallen leaves have already been scattered. Tonight I am drunk again. I can see you when I am drunk, while on the other side, the shadow is long and autumn is cool.

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