Your sky, with my tears

Your mood, hanging in the sky in May, one end falling spring, one end holding summer, my simplicity, tear helplessness. In the affectionate sky of May, sometimes the sun is bright, sometimes the wind and rain, sometimes lightning and thunder …... Always awakening the past that I hesitated long ago.

May, rapidly changing, flowers blossom, delicate and beautiful like fire. The trees are shady and the fields are overgrown. Changeable weather, constant feelings. The footsteps of shallow summer have just crossed the threshold. Unpredictable, it is difficult to tell whether summer comes too early or is too late to leave in winter. The thought of summer, the appearance of winter.

In May, flying snow appeared, and an unexpected angel in white landed on Baiyun Mountain in Wonderland. Flawless white snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the shops are full of steep peaks on the side of the winding mountains, with a hundred flowers blooming far and near. Standing in the middle of the mountains, looking at the river. Wrapped in white, it makes people ponder and decide. How many grievances do not want to hide the bottom of my heart, today disturbs my heart to think carefully.

Lonely mood, uneasy night. Snow flies in May, hail invades. One summer day, one winter cold day. It is difficult to tell whether summer loves winter or winter loves summer. It warms the winter and freezes the summer. When a sudden disaster comes, it goes straight to the heart.

Sad May, crying May, no one knows what happened to her?

Standing in the rain, tears in the fundus. Do not know where to go, thousands of times kept calling for sunny days, kept frantically looking for the harbor moored.

A young face. One moment he burst into a rage, the other he cried loudly, getting upset. Like a cow, the trees shook their heads and their tails, and the leaves covered their sore faces and dared not shout loudly. Squeak and whine in a low voice, rolling up the delicate body at the mercy of the wind. The sun also let him three points, unwilling to show up.

Dark clouds show up hand in hand in small groups. I really don't understand what kind of duel is going to happen.

The man of the good horse is mighty and majestic and shines with dazzling light. He is angry and does not show weakness. He looks arrogant and majestic. Lay a net and be in the center. The cold spread all over the villa and had to put on more clothes.

May, what on earth is going on? No one is at peace when it comes in the rain and goes in the wind. I traveled around happily on the weekend and was blocked by the merciless rain. Lucky to enjoy life at home, watching TV and surfing the Internet.

Helpless thoughts, floating around. Want to go out for a walk and see the green grass. We still have to take pictures of each other through the weather.

As night fell, the sunset returned home hand in hand by the lingering clouds. Left wandering butterflies, flying to and fro can not find a rest shelter. The lighthouse on the other side began to illuminate the journey for commuting cars, and the heart of gratitude will never change.

It's good to be home. The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand to make new clothes for the children who travel far away. To One Unnamed It's difficult for us to meet and hard to part; The east wind is too weak to receive flowers dead. I think of the happiness of being favored when I snuggled up to my mother when I was a child.

For decades, I can never return to the sweet lacquer over the years. Longing for time to boil rain and return to the umbrella of memory, listening to my mother tell me about the past. Thirsty. Look at.

Life is like a short May, one after another, stumbling, your sky with my tears.

Who can understand the feeling of getting drunk alone in the middle of the night. Love is on the verge of collapse and is slowly withering. In the end, the rest of the dream was broken, and suddenly I hated the world. The reality of you take away everything from me, once the perfect love, now has long been incomplete. My heart is torn by you like this, and my tears flow from the corners of your eyes.

But I kept my promise and refused to step back. maybe years of feelings don't matter to you. I wander in the place where we love each other, and my tears flow from the corners of your eyes. Recall that the past was so beautiful, no matter how crisp you go today.

Your words have become my dry tears, and what I have done has become ashes in your heart. The taste of hurting people at the exit makes a lot of scars. Hot tears spread in my heart.

I am a girl who relies on the cold window alone, who in the world of mortals can understand my helplessness. Things are hard to predict, difficult to guess, life waiting, difficult to pick a heart fragrance, I am an infatuated girl, asked who in the world can listen to my feelings, plain string sound broken, tears wet cheeks.

Life wandering can not walk out of the sea of Acacia, you broke into my heart, truth irrigation. But I sigh for you and wait silently. If my love can only be buried in the heart, I would like to kick you in the warm heart.

You walked out of my world and never came back. But I am heartbroken for you, infatuated.

If my love can only be expressed in a dream, I would like to sleep for ten thousand years and never wake up and ask who in the world can listen to my feelings. The sound of the vegetarian string is broken, and the tears wet the cheeks. Wandering around all my life, I can't get out of this sea of lovesickness.

Moonlight sprinkled in my cold window, lonely I am still waiting silently, received your phone calls and messages are still, looking for excuses, lonely I will wait for you how long, long night I do not know what to ask for, only Acacia and a cup of bitter wine.

No matter how beautiful the melody sounds, it sounds sad, but it leaves me with wounds. The love you give is lovesickness and bitterness, but the promise you make is nothing. You have been seen through by me again and again, swallowing this cup of bitter wine of love alone.

You forced others to make things difficult, driving me to leave your harbor, and I had no choice but to wash my tears. Pluck up courage, the sun is always after the wind and rain, endure a moment of calm, take a step back. With tears chewing the taste of pain, swallow this cup of bitter wine of love, every day the sun is new, with the bosom of the sea to meet the dawn.

Leave the sadness to yourself and let the injured heart wander with the wind. I have the courage to be myself. I need ambition in the face of pain. There must be a way to get to the front of the mountain, but there is another village around the corner. Dry your tears and overcome difficulties.

Sometimes, full of difficulties, there are times when we can't talk about it. Everyone longed, cried, and was comforted. Tired, there is someone to follow. Everyone thinks, bitter, someone hurts.

For a long time, some people remember. It's far away. It's being led. But reality tells us that life should be busy on its own. If you are tired, you have to carry it by yourself. When you come out to mingle with society, you know that you have to wipe your own tears.

Wind and rain, you have to block yourself. Taste it by yourself. From the beginning of crying experience, to now understand with a smile.

Only you know best what kind of perception life has given you. No matter how successful people are, there are sad times.

Everyone is the same, even if you are tired, you can't fall down.

Because there are those we love, we need to be strong step by step, to protect and take care of them.

Cheer up and cheer for everyone on the road of struggle, we are all heroes in our lives.

Author: wisteria Dream