If love is just passing

Bypassing the misty smoky city, the pace was hurt, the night was cold, and the rain played and sang for it repeatedly. The miss of the cloud passing through the season has faded the oath and deserted for several years. Is the snow pure white again? Sprinkle in the sunset, the romantic past, the passing of aestheticism, will they remember each other’s faces many years later? Going back and forth and turning around pockets. Maybe, some people are destined to look at each other and forget each other, and then slowly settle into the deepest secret in each other’s hearts, become the most beautiful brand in our life! In the vast sea of people, you and I meet you who come and go. Is it better to meet each other than to look at each other with a light smile? The sadness and beauty in these lyrics make people deeply calm and calm. You asked whether the endless waiting on the edge of the bridge in the past was not long enough, or whether the world was in a hurry and forgot to gather the oath floating in the wind. I said, maybe I was really forgotten in your previous life, and I drank five-flavored tea of forgetfulness in a muddle, so that we missed it. In life, passing by constantly, vast sea of people, looking for the footprints of previous life, according to the embrace of this life, familiar taste, visiting the road we walked in reincarnation. The vicissitudes of the world are scorching, and yesterday you and I will be the past. In the time of circulation, in the red dust of twists and turns, it is the past that passes quickly, while in the light of the time, it is a feeling like flowing clouds and water. In the life of life, the comers are guests. Don’t talk about freehand brushwork, don’t say proud smiling, sell all the past, put away the loneliness of the bustling dream, and turn around and continue to go to the unknown future. Can’t Hold the floating life, I forgot to wait for you, or you forgot to say goodbye, those trivial things flowing in the years use time to interpret the fairy tale ending gradually moving away. Those who sank at midnight were broken, and the play was destined to the curtain call of a lifetime like painting. I was unable to pick up the fragrance scattered in the floating dust. Those perfunctory fixed frames in the fleeting time were tied up, and the flowers danced to the desert for a long time. The indifference of the season, which stopped between eyebrows, accompanied me to bury the old world. Ageless, looking back suddenly like a dream. Memory of the station, who walks who stays, the next intersection, will there be a familiar figure? Looking at the scenery outside the window slowly receding back, it added another confusion. In the moonlit street, it was just an accident that who met with whom. During the cycle, the flowers fell and the dream was disabled. The Sanskrit singing of Su Mi Buddha front never purified that twisted love. The flowers on the Bodhi tree were worried. The fallen leaves had been buried under the tree, so they were planted, the cause of the next life is only the fate of the afterlife. The memories outlined in the past few years, blowing away the beauty of rose, the moon is light, is it keeping and abandoning the dependence? Or is the land always lost? Looking forward to a season of blooming flowers, waiting for an eternity. Who told me to settle the dust in a hurry and silent time? If love is just passing by, will the night annihilate the starry sky? The endless darkness makes the kite unable to fly the tangled sea of Hearts. If love is just passing by, can I not remember you? After turning around, you can’t afford to be weathered forever. If love is just passing by, how can I greet you and never see you again? Listen to the oath of the corner of the red dust, blur the bustling city. If love is just passing by, how can I alter the gray future? Once the ten fingers were held together, and the shallow fingers were cool and thin. Ageless, the vicissitudes of life have been recorded, the years are speechless, and the life is endless. Draw a pair of Danqing ink painting with a poetic CLEAR of willows and flowers, embellish the dream-seeking life in the long corridor of smoke and rain; Throw away the faint sadness in the back when leaving, leaving a free and easy lintel for time. Rendering lonely as fragrant, prosperous, who built a side for me forever?

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