Unable to arrive

Can’t find, can’t find, the beauty in the song in the single loop. Talking over and over again in the single loop, on this Christmas night, my heart was covered with a heavy snow all over the sky, filled with all the pure white between the sky and the earth, still looking for the beauty that can’t be reached, the way home that cannot be reached. What can we do to make those delicate, tedious, secret, even humble until they are buried by dust, all exist between Heaven and Earth, your eyes are laughing, your coming in the wind, A piece of purity, giving up hesitation, sadness, confusion, helplessness and love. I just want to sleep quietly in your warmth, like a baby, beautiful, simple and quiet. Quietly hide your heart in the deep sea. The dream-like glass city is like a fish. Without sunshine and air, a person is swimming quietly and comfortably in the deep sea, when the sunlight refracted into the water, we found those useless things. Don’t want to understand the world outside the sea. Don’t want to understand the fall of tears, don’t want to understand the thousands of miles of love, I can’t find it, I can’t reach it, I don’t want anything, just want to be in the arms of the deep sea, quiet, beautiful, the light of heaven and earth will shine with itself until it reaches the bright end of the spring, I will not give up, and the words will bloom. And I am in that distant and endless Star River, you want to stretch a pair of wings for me with bright sunshine, and put those sadness, darkness, exile, A cloud of dust in the universe blows away in the boundless Milky Way. But I can’t get there, your sky, your beauty, I quietly watch this monologue fish of flying birds to fish, you are the Guardian that I don’t want to forget but have to be far away, the red dust with flowers and songs finally came to a wild fish all over the sky. You are my arms that I don’t want to give up but have to stay away from, watching a change of mulberry fields quietly; Fish, you are the inscription I have to mark. The shallow sleep blooming alone ends with the creasing of a dream engraved into my bones. Fish, you are the warm love song I can’t sing, the whisper of warm eyes finally came to a whine with a full voice; Fish, you are the warmth I had to leave, the sweet heart, but the lover who had to go all the way, finally, it was a snow-covered sadness. It turns out that you are another wing in my previous life. You can’t fly under my sky. It is doomed. The deep sea is the fate of fish. I can’t give you the freedom you want, your world, you are the fish that I want to love but cannot love, the fish that I want to love but can only leave far away, and the beauty that I want to be close but can only look at each other far away. It turned out that I was just tired and tired, in this prosperous red dust of the endless carnival. Flying in the sky where people come and go to strange crowds, buried with the wind a lonely, that is a heavy snow that is always absent but has been longing. The snow in this city always blooms quietly after spring comes. How can the single cycle be finished? It will never arrive. Your beauty

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