Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

If one day, I forget you under the warm winter sun, will I not be like myself?I want to walk in the light and shadow of time, and I will always forget you slowly, and it will also become different. The memory goes backward step by step in life, what can be left behind?Under the warm sunshine, the fallen white flowers bloomed, passing from the palm of my hand.I think everything is no longer heavy in the light and calm. It turns out that many things can be turned into a light air. Together with this life, sometimes there is no meaning to the point of lightness.

I don't know who owed whose oath?In the end, you will find that everything is no longer important, and all the past that you can't let go will turn into a flower in the warm winter sun. With the evaporation of water vapor, you will bloom and fail under the ignorant and lonely sky.

If we had never met before, what would we be like now?It's all unimaginable.Every day in the future, even the traces of love will be worn away. I wonder if the future self can still make you familiar?familiarize yourself?

Smile, a lot of things don't matter.Looking at the warm sunshine, I feel that everything is so wonderful at this moment!Even if it is some painful memories, it is a kind of warmth, gently touching the skin, breathing the indifferent breath of memories.Everything will end in the warm winter sun, turning into illusion, and then evaporate the traces of dryness in early spring.Carve the love in the past, or the helplessness of love into fossils, and then watch the wind dry it up, I know that everything no longer belongs to me, even if I live in a fantasy world, this love is so cold that there is no flesh and blood. After all, this place was abandoned, the liquid in the blood vessels was frozen, and even everything would be frozen clean in the end!

I don't know that happiness is so short, like the time of a flower blooming, so what else can we expect to be happy?I don't even know why a short-lived flower blooms alone?The so-called loneliness of youth and self-admiration, I don't know what kind of fate it comes for?Many things in this world are so strange and unpredictable, like love, like rain flower stones covered with wet raindrops, like elongated white clouds in the sky, like other people's thoughts.I think we all come here to wait for the time for a flower to bloom. Everything is to see the flower bloom. After it blooms and fails, no matter how much we cherish it, we can only choose to leave.Unable to discuss what the ending is right or wrong, we all have to put away all the memories of loss and helplessness, and turn into a sad turn.

leave, after losing.

Abandoning all the sad past on these tidal beaches, densely walking out a series of footprints of different shades, I know that life is nothing more than this, and it will only be like this.

Fortunately, life continues, no matter what ends, life continues, unless one day life ends, we begin to exile our souls with nothing.I don't know who these homeless souls will pin on to satisfy those unfulfilled dreams and the future?Are you feeling sad?After all, you have to give up all the beauty and prosperity before you know the prosperity and prosperity that has calmed down.

Broken dreams, and so much concern are thrown in the vast sea of ​​people, will you be able to see when you turn around someday?No matter who it comes from, when the blessings left behind are no longer important, hold them warmly in the palm of your hand, and you will know that everything can only be seen with a pair of happy eyes.I believe that those lost happiness will be frozen, frozen in your heart, or will suddenly burst out one day in the future, turning into all kinds of miracles in life, without wind and waves, without too much expectation and distant hope, this life The landscape is no longer so long, you don’t have to think about it, you just need to live in peace, you don’t need any hope and forgetting, just use warm and sufficient sunshine, you can turn the seaside hut into a harbor that you will stick to for a lifetime.

I don't know how long we have to go before we forget the sorrow?But I know that all the past is a bag that cannot be dragged down for too long, and one day it will be banished on the road I walked.I think when I no longer need you or others, nostalgia is a kind of feeling.People are always too strong, no matter how unbearable they are at the beginning, they will eventually dissipate one by one. It’s not that we can’t remember, but the loss of remembering itself can only be a kind of amnesia. After becoming a habit, what kind of connection is left between you and me?I hate everything that is too strong, it will lose a lot of sharp and meticulous thinking, but if I can't be strong, I may indulge in any trivial matter, so unable to extricate myself, so lost direction, and finally scarred to the point where I can't bear it .

Pour a cup of tea, it has a delicate fragrance, this feeling is vaguely familiar to me, I don't know why?Sometimes the traces in my mind will be blurred, I don't know whether some things have ever existed?Or never happened?Just because this taste has a gentle desolation, a similar smile, and a similar fairy tale, it will always make people cry in the future. I don’t remember that night when I cried silently, I don’t remember the turmoil in this world, I no longer need anyone Being by my side, after all, I feel a little isolated and lonely, but I still think it's good.In this way, no longer sinking into some repeated pain, these sorrows always dissipate like a long autumn night, and the happiness is always the butterfly flying among the flowers, coming and going quickly, until everything after the end.

In the dream, the sunshine becomes gentle and dreamy, with purple sadness and red romance, all of it is just to illuminate the desolation of a flower, so short, so short that it cannot be said to be short!Smile, it turns out that the flowers will bloom after all, in this warm and sunny time, just because my heart was so moist.

Our growth was originally only for these flowers to bloom. Although we know that the flowers will eventually fail when they bloom, we still have no choice but to watch the fall of all the flowers.Such is its life, and only so, that the joy and sorrow of the spectators have nothing to do with it.It just chose to open when the sun is warm. As for whether it is right or wrong, you have no time to analyze it. You only have to watch its bewitching time. If you miss it, it will be a moment of goodbye.