Outside the window, it is night. In the window, it's me. Turn off the light, turn off your heart and close your eyes slightly. Listen to a song again and again, walking into the vastness and helplessness of the night. Let the melancholy music soften your heart, slowly sink yourself into it, let the uncontrollable sadness spread to the bottom of your heart, and devour the loneliness in the depths of your soul. Peel off a layer of packaging, feel the most real, the most clear of themselves.
Such a night is suitable for missing. Or do not have to Acacia into a cocoon, just gently miss the past time, miss the hurried years together, miss you waiting for me, happen to show the smiling face, miss the loneliness of the rain, miss your shallow eyes, miss those poetic feelings that have nothing to do with romance.
Or in this night's rain, let the dense sorrow pass through the bottom of my heart. In the cold time, I miss the distant gaze, the distant love, and the waiting of the dark dawn.
The gentle rain adds a lot of charm to tonight's night, but reveals a person's loneliness. This should be the first rain this spring, can not hear the sound of rain, can not find you, the air filled with moist silence, just like melancholy, gracefully into my eyebrows.
The eyes of the night, know the dark and bumpy road, Mei's heart, know the cold and cold snow and indifference. The road walking alone is covered with mud all the way. Experienced hardships, only to find that all the thoughts in the heart, just stubborn persistence, suddenly look back, there is no meaning. Some roads are destined to walk alone, and some pain is destined to be borne by a person. It doesn't matter who is who, who is whose, and who is who. Flowers bloom and cherish each other, flowers fall at will, some encounter is destined to be a beautiful mistake, some turn around and finally become a lifetime separation.
Like a person for a long time, it will become a habit, always want to know what he is doing, want to tell him what he is doing. Very much like the cigarette you are used to smoking, you can't help but want to find a fire to light it. Even if it goes up in smoke. My loneliness is just a person's prosperity, you turn a blind eye to the words still can not become my light, some things once into the heart, it is not under the brand, oozing blood, raw pain. Beauty is so beautiful, love is heartbreaking.
Acacia is poisonous, and the stronger it is, the more addictive it is. On such a night, the rain dries and the feeling fades away. There are always deep and shallow thoughts through the eyebrows and eyes, straight to the heart. And tonight, I will tightly hide this feeling, soak into a cup of strong tea, bitter, gulp down, just for fear that she will grow wantonly.
A light was reflected in the room in the gap between the curtains, cold. In the dark, slightly closed eyes, time quietly, miss your eyebrows. Think I suddenly wake up, you are full of loving eyes. Thinking of your drunken gaze, I can't help approaching. Love you, so true, as beautiful as a dream, I seem to hear the sound of your heartbeat, but can not touch your handsome outline.
Sometimes, love is not so noble, she will be so humble that she loses herself. (selected essays) and you don't know. Just like me tonight.
It rained one after another, and the vegetation was deep in the old hometown. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.
There are so many helpless things in this world, but there is no solution to the best of both worlds. Still not tough enough, still not strong enough, still vulnerable to a single blow, will still shed tears, or will be scarred, or will be broken. When you want to go back to the original beauty, you have found that the poisoning is too deep, the sadness is too strong, and yesterday has drifted away. Can only learn to be indifferent, learn to be as cold as ice, and learn to wrap themselves. Put a thick, hard, cold shell on your heart so that you don't get hurt any more. Close your eyes, close your heart, and your world has nothing to do with others.
The rain falls before the window and listens according to the window. There is no sound, the trace is hurt. Tonight, whose thoughts are so long, infiltrating the whole mountains and trees; whose whispers are so lingering, hovering in front of the window, lingering for a long time. You are like a tear in my heart that moistens the dryness of my eyes, but it is a sadness that can not be erased from my heart.
The speechless night looked particularly desolate. I do not speak, you do not speak, miss but do not disturb, because the connection is tight, memories will become heavy, will make me lose myself.
The night is like water, the rain is whirling, quite like your eyebrows and eyes, full of pure feelings. I said I like rain, and Jia said she prefers snow. In fact, I have been extremely infatuated with that white magical world, pure without a trace of distractions, really want to stay there never come out, as beautiful as a fairy tale. But in the end, it is necessary to return to reality, as soon as the sun shines and it is muddy. Just like me once, when I fell in love with the beauty in my imagination, I couldn't bear the cruelty of life, so most of the time, I would rather close my eyes than face them. Now I prefer rain or elegant falling, or dripping, washing dust, but also a clear and clean world. Because this world, has been unable to escape.
The rain grew heavy and the sparse sound of rain could be heard from time to time. In the quiet night, it looks particularly quiet. It should be a quiet rainy night, want to let the heart quietly close, but unstoppable thoughts, spread in the rain. Who has been waiting for me in the rain, even if it is not open indifference, that after all in the cold past, my name has become a permanent pain in the bottom of my heart? The rain falls on my heart, dripping into a war!
It's raining. Where are you? Make a cup of tea, lean against the window and look, the night is low, in the silent world, I walk gloomily!
Like quiet, like to let thoughts alone lonely silent walk, because of some strong lawless emotion, must use such a kind of desolation, loneliness, and silent to reconcile, blend. Tonight's me, let the memory dormant in this inadvertent rain.
The night was so deep that there were few lights. Whether you are like me, close your eyes and listen to the loneliness of the rain falling on your heart. The moment you stare, your eyes are full of sadness. Waves of heartache, really penetrate the heart. I can not touch your pain, only speechless thoughts, the dribs and drabs of rain, Yunjuanyunshu melancholy and lonely tonight, will you enter my dream, in the quiet flow of time, take care of my persistence, leave me a quiet Qinghuan!
Haruki Murakami said that if you love each other, you will grow old hand in hand; if you miss it, you will protect him. You are far away, how can I be safe?
Author: Mei Hong Ruoxi
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