Love once came

I don’t know how long I haven’t touched the thoughts in my heart. My fingertips are full of thoughts and threads, but I can’t draw the outline I want in my heart. In every delicate and flower-like day, I will naturally think of you and the enamored meeting. The days are as calm as water, but every day there is a person who thinks and reads, and no matter how barren the time is, flowers will bloom in the dust. At this moment, I twisted my mind into silk thread between my fingers, crossed the wind, embroidered blue and pure words on the sky, and made a long separation and reunion in the world under the bright days. The wind falls, telling the distant thoughts. When you turn your head or lower your eyebrows, you can always see your familiar figure and pure eyes. You walked through my heart in the shape of blooming flowers, and let my heart be in the Enron words. Overflowing the dust, listening to the Moonlight lavender flavor, crossing loneliness, collecting the blooming words. In this world, there is always a kind of understanding, not far or near. Most of the time, there is no need to speak, because they are already familiar with each other. I am used to leaning against the smoky rain and fishing for the past. Years goes by after saying goodbye, during the cycle of seasons, too many memories of that time were printed on the stem of time. You are my memory, deep, never erased. Most of the time, I can’t bear it, so I can’t let it go. The dancing butterflies interpret the pain and lingering thoughts and the falling leaves, and remember the pain and joy of the past at the edge of the forest. I look forward to the distant dream. However, what is silent is not the footsteps, but the aspiration. After a circle, he returned to the starting point from the end, and finally, a beautiful passing. You said, you are still there, in fact, I am also there, just a distance between clouds and water. Dare not look back, afraid of your figure, disturb my calm Heart Lake, dare not pick up, afraid that the past has not gone far, let the fog misty eyes. I just want to record the unforgettable words. The wind blows, you remember, I remember, there is a pure white and rich love, once came

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