Always in the evening, I like to lie in bed, listen to the beautiful melodies of music, smell the fragrance of lilacs outside the window, look up at the cloudy sky at a 45-degree angle, and see that the gray color in the sky gradually retreats the blue in the sky, and finally it is all infiltrated by darkness.
At that moment, the heart was breathing the warmest and warmest romantic air full of tenderness. I felt a little weak heart wandering freely in the interweaving of time and space, taking off the flashy and noisy coat. Slowly thinking about those questions that can not be thought about in the noise in the moist night, the melody of music is like a web woven by blue sky and white clouds with color and tenderness. Slowly hold oneself into the bosom, at that time and high and sometimes low and sometimes gentle and free and easy music, in this very strong sense of the evening appears to be so coordinated and smooth, the sky will pull the thread of thoughts very long, in this silk thread wrapped like a phantom grid, recalling those sentimental impulses.
In this water-like dream season, with pieces of thoughts to decorate the gradually red sky, and then in this soft moment of the night sleep, and the soul has already flown to the sky full of clouds.
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