Maybe one day I will stop on a dead tree covered with yellow leaves and leisurely miss someone or a certain period of silence. With the bitterness of growing up and the loneliness of youth, I walked on without hesitation.
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On the days when the flowers bloom, there are butterflies entwining, there is a light fragrance, and there is your flower-like smile, weaving a scene of flowers that never fall.
I am a flower, different from others. The flower blooms endlessly and undefeated. I create the soul of the flower, which never fades or withers. It extends to every place, every corner, and is scattered everywhere at will. A sensitive soul. Gradually it stretches slowly, with a faint fragrance, painting a silence of blooming flowers.
Youth is like a long song. Meeting different people at different times is fate. Among thousands of people, finding the person you care about most is a rare love and preference. No matter what the outcome is, you will still have no hesitation.
Under the moonlight, there is something faintly visible, something missing, a corner is missing, a piece in the east, a piece in the west, scattered in every corner.
Maybe the scattered memories piece together a lot of loneliness. When the music stops, it’s time to wake up from the dream. It was discovered that the memory has long been fragmented after the trampling of time.
The meteors cut through the darkness brightly. The memory is broken, do you feel lonely, should you cry, or should you tell yourself firmly that lonely people should not cry, even if the night is dark, they must create light.
Those fragmentary memories are still vivid in my mind, paranoidly swaying in my mind. When I reach out, they have turned into a cloud that I can't hold. Youth, I have no choice but to let go.
Flowers will fade, dreams will wake up, lovers will leave, and memories will be broken. All we can do is face it calmly and let go without help.
Perhaps one day, when the flower blooming is no longer a dream, and the memory is no longer incomplete, I will suddenly miss that lonely time, and with the bitterness of growing up and the loneliness of youth, I will be strong. Go down.
In the dream, I saw the moon. There was a quiet light under the moonlight. The village was dark, the flowers were blooming, the flute was playing quietly, and the mountains and rivers were quiet...
Tick-tat Tick ??tock... Although the memory fragments hurt people's hearts, they also contain our smiling faces and the beauty of youth.
The memory is fuzzy, it doesn’t have to be very clear, it can be summarized by the time of a song. Didi, didi... Loneliness is the human heart, not the memory. It is only accompanied by loneliness based on the recall of the heart.
The memory is broken. Although I am lonely when I look back, I am still young. I firmly believe that through the passage, youth will always be there because there are flowers to accompany me.