The temperature of the fingertips, who has played with the sorrow

The temperature of the fingertips, who has played with the sorrow

It seems that the wind blows across the heart, as if there is water dripping between the flowers. In a dream, who has become the only person I miss? Shake the finger and the flowers fall, how can the fleeting time be. Love each other, listen to the flowers falling on your shoulders. The dust is as cold as water. It’s all about beauty without returning back, but only saying that the true feelings are not right, so I can’t help giving thanks to anyone. Text: some moods are getting farther and farther, and some moods are getting closer and closer. I know that, in any case, it should be calm. Calm to me has gone deep into the bone marrow and cannot be alienated. A kind of sadness, a kind of happiness, alternates in the air. The moment of collision hits the tenderness and touch deep in the heart. Sometimes a piece of music can make a person feel tearful, A kind of gentleness will make a person have a kind of ignorance that he wants to pour out. The coolness of the keyboard cannot hide the tenderness in his heart. Light Sorrow, shallow Miss, who wrongly planted acacia, and who mistakenly made the parting song? Who left a silent ending with his back, who kept looking forward to it in deep affection and refused to turn back? Is it your heartlessness or intention, is it my loneliness or infatuation? No explanation, no words, no looking back, just like a light wind blowing, but sweeping my face. My heart is ordinary without any shadow or earth-shaking feat, but I have a persistent feeling, which won your favor in the vast sea of people. Maybe it is heaven’s intentional arrangement, from the very beginning, I was so passionate, so affectionate, fell in love at the first sight, and hated each other late. How could I not touch people’s hearts, and how could I not make people reluctant to suppress, especially strong in the deserted midnight, especially making people look forward to it. Two people and two hearts, from strange to acquaintance, then to life, and then to work hand in hand and promise to accompany in this life, in fact, this is really not easy. Why do you always say goodbye to love? Look quietly, think silently, where is the end of the time that is too hesitant. The lonely body is still guarding, lonely guarding this dull persistence. Every love will change from passion to plain. At the beginning, the excitement and infatuation like electric shock gradually became mild and calm. Without impulse, they began to perceive the shortcomings of people in their hearts, and they would also be agitated for losing freshness. In fact, love is just the one who stays around after the prosperity is gone. Just, are you still willing to go with me to see the flowing water? When all the mood was fixed on the white paper, my heart was relieved and my eyes became windy. The passing years, the past time, how many tender feelings were ruined into a scene of devastation. In the chaos of a place, who will listen to my thoughts in the end of the world? A wave of melancholy streaked through the sorrowful heart, letting the dark fragrance emitted by the beautiful sadness corrode me. I am used to stretching my thoughts of happiness or sorrow in my words. I am not willing to tell or explain. I only want to let those sad sorrows go away in this small corner, to be a bright woman, and to warm those who know and be understood sincerely. It must be a warm woman who had a causal relationship, and later became a past. Once touched, the soft will fall down, fall down. This life and him are still the cause and effect of the world of mortals that I have not seen through. The lingering between fingers left some love, some delusion, some unwillingness, staying in the bottom of my heart shallow but deeply attached. The trace of relief makes the past drift away lightly in plain ink painting with dust and smoke, leaving this painful and sweet intersection as two lines of footprints in memory and moving forward, it is recorded that my posture never stops, and the scenery of perching on the roadside has been mottled one season after another. It is just the infatuated love dyed by wind and frost, smearing the verdigras circle by circle, with a deep-rooted Haggard heart. Looking for a flourishing flower encounter, pay a ladle of weak water three thousand. Don’t remember the previous meteor, forget the Millennium solitude. The ferry, which takes the world as its journey, is beautiful and cool. Before the story begins, close your eyes, get drunk by the wind of the world, and listen to the song of the red dust flying in the cuffs. The elegance of the world always carries the trace of vicissitudes. We shuttle carefully, and we are inevitably infected with the taste of vicissitudes. If life can be rewritten, can all scenes of cruel reincarnation be removed? The scenes of the past and the afterlife, the fragments dyed with the fleeting time, are carried in the fireworks. Every moment of prosperity is the brightest dismantling and the warmest release. I said, I would like to have a whole heart and never leave each other; I said, in this life, I will be drunk before the king, and I will never regret accompanying the king to the end of the world. You said, three thousand weak waters only take a gourd drink, be my partner in the world of mortals. However, what I want is not the flash of youth, but the everlasting warmth. If you leave, I will drift away. From then on, we will never forget the promise in front of others, and even the Everlasting Oath will pass away in the wind. What else is true? Love and sacrifice are unsettled, only lovesickness is never idle. The temperature of the fingertips, who played with the sorrow?

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