Think Alone in rainy night

A flash glided across the sky, counting the sound of spring thunder. The wind came at me with rain, and it was annihilated before it could dodge. Open the curtain of the house, which is very cold. The dark night sky swallowed everything, and the heavy breath suppressed me. I gasped and hissed. Perhaps, I am used to the silence of the past night. Such a night made me at a loss and there was no time to dodge. On the street, passers-by fled one after another. In front of the darkness, it seemed to be so fragile that the fear in the heart couldn’t help rising. The rain was falling and the wind was blowing. The disturbance of the world has long been silent. In a quiet room alone, there was a feeling of sadness. The rain hit the plantain and people stood cold windows. Desire wears the night, and fear of weakness. Study a pool of shallow ink, lay a sheet of white paper, hold a long pen, and write down the anguish in my heart. Peach, plum and fragrant garden, butterfly dancing room. In the past, I got drunk under the moon and couldn’t sleep this night. The night gets darker and the heart gets colder. A Floating Life in dream, like spring current. Flowers are like brocade, and fingers fade away. What can’t be grasped is a wisp of smoke, and what keeps cutting is sorrow. What is buried is time, and what is left is white temples. A trace of rain precipitated the sorrow of tonight, and there was no way to exclude it. A gust of wind cracked yesterday’s wound, when will it heal. Walking in the fleeting time, each other is a passer-. Just inadvertently, a kind of ignorant power, let you and I meet. Yes, sometimes I can’t help believing this feeling, which makes people obsessed. Even knowing that one day they will be separated, they will love each other. We all have the same fantasy and hope that we are the lucky ones. However, God can’t help himself. Perhaps, in this sentimental season, a red bean was planted for each other, and a Shibuya fruit was harvested in the season that should not be harvested. Aquacome, Fang knows the weight; Only when he is drunk can he know that the wine is strong. Sometimes, there is no need to deliberately pursue something. Sometimes in the life, there will be, no time, why bother to beg. What I care about is that shy time, people with you. What should I care about the result. If the heart is sunny, it is meaningless to be sad. The night lengthens the distance between you and me, and the years bury each other’s prosperity. At midnight on 2014.3.22

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