I really want to, stranded

Will you come again tonight? I am waiting attentively. When the silent night tore the brightness of the heart, the waiting under those lights turned pale in the dim color. I thought that everything was covered with lovesickness, then everything would become clear in the waiting. When the story started with an unpredictable beginning, the prosperity of the process was destined to be a helplessness of sorrow and joy. The swaying flowers in central China close their eyes at the moment, maybe they are dormant, maybe they will not bloom again from now on. Who ever clung to the feelings of chasing dreams in the past of cooking wine with true feelings? You said, the prosperity and vicissitudes are passing through the clouds, I said, no matter how beautiful the expectations are, they are blank. When the flame of hope meets the cold sea water, who else is in the hope that is instantly extinguished? You said that keeping the rising sun could usher in the dawn of hope. I said that when there was a rainy day before dawn, no matter how beautiful the tomorrow is, it will continue to reach the sea. I really want to stranding the story and turn the once beautiful into a yellow calendar in silence, but still arouse old feelings; I really want to throw everything out of the sky, face the haze of life alone with the empty cup mentality; I really want to frame the stranded memory into the ink painting on the heart, and with the aging of time, I use the plain heart of black and white to interpret a beautiful waiting; I really want, it took a long time to throw you and the story to the year outside the 9th day. The story has blossomed in life. It is me who doesn’t want to thank you. However, I always can’t escape from the fate. With a long sigh, he slowly stretched out his tightly clenched hands, making everything come and go like the wind, making everything light and cloudy. Suddenly, the flattering heart was there, and the year, month, and story, which were beyond the red dust, were no longer waiting in the stranded-year-old central China.

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