If yesterday's fragrance still lingers in the long corridor of memory, I do not want to be drunk alone in the sea of melancholy; if tonight's sadness can no longer be told in time, I would rather sleep in the lonely sea.
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Can not remember how many days, wandering alone in the dim lights of the night, a person savoring this sentimental, wasted time, no longer have the persistence of the past, the taste of being alone, numb my fragile soul, in this way, broken a place of crystal.
I don't know who left me this sadness, but it always surrounds me at night and crosses my mind again and again. Breathing this kind of vicissitudes of air, falling into the cold thoughts, carrying the sadness all over the ground, can no longer be crossed.
Memory, there are always too many unclear, shuttling back and forth in the lonely story, along the way, how many scenery, are scattered by time can not find a clue, so, it grew up in the lonely fleeting years, helpless with that parting.
Now, I wander in such a night, can not get rid of secular ties, fleeting wind, has long been wrinkled affectionate mind, and I, found that I am still so thin, such as the sky after you left that year, over time, loneliness has become a potential instinct.
It seems a little hard to say when I think of the road I have walked alone in the past few years. Looking at the time is getting farther and farther away, the encounter is so short, inadvertently, the heart trembled, thinking about who it is, weaving such a gorgeous turn for me, so that I can not find the direction to go back in the waning river.
The heart is more and more sad, tangled with the whispering of the wind, the pain of the shallow singing of the rain, the delay of the delicate beauty of the flowers, the loss of the belief in the palm of the hand. Suddenly think of a word written by Lin Xi, there is no old love across the shore, Gusu has the sound of bells, maybe everything tonight is the foil to this word.
I do not know how long time has passed, gradually late at night, lights across the shore, as if become a little dim, the wind blowing out, but also some desolate. So, I hid myself tightly in a story and poured out my helplessness with loneliness. Unfortunately, loneliness is also so helpless.
I often think silently, if we had not met, would not have today's intolerable, is not still in the dim lights, with a pure heart, to decorate the depth of the night? And now I am just silent alone.
In the years of the past, some have lost their fragrance, some have given back time, memories are constantly overlapping, only the meeting of you and me that year, is still floating in my mind.
It is said that the saddest thing is that when you meet someone special and know that you can never be together, sooner or later, you have to give up. In the green season of that year, I foolishly thought that the flowers in that season would always be our color. When the bloom is over, I understand that it will wither, and our story will wither.
The years slowly shake, the years walk gently, unconsciously, one night passed like this, the memory is too long, hidden too much melancholy, when the dawn of the east once again called my soul, Huanran found that on the road of time, those old scenery, quietly away from me, there is no trace to be found.
Perhaps some feelings, we need to give time, in a certain night, it will continue to write the old dream, but regret, empty loneliness no longer who will miss?
How many times and how many times, memories draw life into a circle, and we turn in place countless times, unable to extricate ourselves. Fleeting lights, now also become blurred, yesterday's complex, inadvertently turned into a bubble. Time flies, hope each is well)
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