A word full of fear and anxiety about the future

We are like needles on the surface, turning and turning, watching time pass by in a hurry, but there is nothing we can do.

Lonely people will always remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I will always miss you endlessly, and count my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.

There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see the same ceiling, white with traces of rain infiltration.

Those feelings condensed by confusion, like a deep tune, keep singing sad silence. Floating melancholy, swaying like slender tentacles, unscrupulously drills into the pores of the skin, stretches like vines, and entangles in the heart and lungs, making us suffocated, painful and numb.

Heart is like the sea, love is like flowers, and who is wrongly blamed for infatuation? Who is to blame for the tears of beautiful women? Who is it, singing in the ear; who is it? Pledge of eternal love Surging, my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I are holding hands, leaning against each other and strolling on this faint ancient road. Now, the years have passed, dreams are like fog and electricity, and there is no regret in my life. Love is everywhere, and beauty is in an instant.