Deep in the clouds and Waters, who is playing a song

Deep in the clouds and Waters, who is playing a song

The night was already very deep, and I heard the breeze knocking on the window. I, without sleepiness, just got up in clothes, looking for pen and paper, singing loneliness and heart words into words, and sending them to you far away. In fact, those who wanted to write to you for a long time didn’t write down for a long time just because they were worried and worried. It was you who opened the most beautiful window for me. The scenery outside the window was so charming, which made me intoxicated and taught me nostalgia. The warmth you left in my palm is the warmth I will never give up in this life. Your figure will never be blurred, because I have already portrayed the scenes where you and I meet in the deepest part of my heart. My heart and my love tell me that in this life, I can’t put your hands wrongly, I can’t let lovesickness become pain, and I can’t let pure emotions last only a river of broken dreams. Loneliness is like you, loneliness is like me. Many times, loneliness and loneliness, as far as you and me are concerned, may just be involuntarily trapped. Every day and night, I locked my heart in a unknown corner, and quietly performed the excellence of a person thousands of miles away. Under the green light and yellow scroll, there is always my lonely shadow. Pure beauty, for whom? In my heart, you have long been an eternal picture. No matter how time passes, this picture will never fade and be bright forever. Even though time and time pierced the mind of flowing clouds, even though happiness and laughter left Butterfly Dream Manor in cold, but because of this beautiful acquaintance, meeting, love, in every Ferry of my life, in every moment of time, there is always a touch of warmth. Looking forward to you for several times, you can know the lonely West Tower; How much Haggard, how much sigh? I am willing to dance with you in the world of mortals. I am swaying, a dream. I craze, a que song. Look up at the place where Feihong is returning to the Crow. Who can give a reply to the English saying? In the night when I was thinking about you, I couldn’t sleep alone. I accompanied the shadow, danced with the words, kept humming the song you once sang to me, and warmed myself with the former deep feelings. Most of the time, I look at your direction from afar. I would rather pick a cloud and send it to my dream than write ink easily. I am afraid that I am afraid of this strong yearning that cannot be melted, it will wet the purple notes on my desk inadvertently. The deeper the night is, the deeper the missing is. I have been reading you attentively, your mood, the point of sorrow behind your smile, and your thoughts in the wind. When I think of you, there are heartaches, sorrows, happiness and feelings. I don’t know what the future will be like? What will be the ending of our love? I just know that facing you, my heart always has an inexplicable throb. Leaving you, I always have a kind of lost sadness. If God gives me fate, I really just want to hold your hand and spend every season and every day with you. In this life, even if I can walk out of your sight and your world, how can I walk out of my endless miss for you? Your eyes, your breath, your smile and your appearance can be drawn clearly without closing my eyes. I really want to turn a lamp and release the light for you in the dark night; I really want to turn a wisp of wind and be attached by your side; I really want to turn a cloud and fall in front of your window; I really want to smile and stay on your face forever. Dear, I don’t want to see you drinking tears alone in the cold wind or seeing our dreams broken. On the road of love, it is enough to have warm memories. For you, no matter how lonely I am, I can hold on. 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