There is no need to cry

Wait for the flowers to bloom, and count the flowers to fall; Look forward to the flowers, read the flowers! -The street lights on the roadside are dim and gloomy, and my mood is depressed! The happiness reflected by the roadside was broken in the rain, and my heart shivered slightly. The residual temperature was hard to warm the injured heart again! I don’t like rainy days, because every separation is always in the light drizzle. After our life train passes this station, there is no capital to turn back, the flowers that you used to accompany me to watch quietly bloom and fall are the same at this moment! The dance swaying under the tip of the pen is lonely and sad. The melody drawn, flying here silently becomes a wound! The pain is not your heart or mine, but the mottled past in the memory. I want to remember you until the end of the world. Cross love and hate, Cross Life and Death, meet by chance at the corner, and acquiesce in the next life! Kiss every air molecule and feel that there is hot liquid falling down at the corner of the eye. Reluctant to reach out to erase, because that is the trace of missing. You in the distance once whispered in my ear: no matter what stage you are on, the fluorescent stick in my hand is always dancing for you. Now, is it because the fluorescent rod in your hand is gone, so I can’t see it? I don’t think so. What goes out is only your heart, but you are already tired! Looking at the dim light outside the window, I couldn’t reach the distance I wanted to reach. The night wind gently blew my scattered hair and interacted with my cheek at zero distance! Bring out the most uneasy sense of loss in my heart. People far away, can the sea of flowers you are watching migrate to this land so that this place will not be deserted any more? Remember that you said I am a sentimental child and a multi-faceted child! For this reason, I can only give a faint smile. Perhaps, this is the way we know each other. We know each other, and then we turn around and spend our whole life forgetting!

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