Sadness about the buckle space of 400 to 1000 words

On a cold night, the waning moon is bright, emitting the unique fragrance of spikes, eroding every lonely heart. The dim solitary lamp in the corridor lengthened my lonely figure. On such a cold night, I stopped at the window, deliberately releasing my soul and drifting into the endless sky in the distance. I heard it, heard it whine and tremble in the deep night sky. I see it! I see it's raining! It's falling!

When you set foot on the Asakawa of memories, don't forget the gorgeous and elegant look back! Memories are beautiful because they are full of touching again and again. The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but your shelter from the rain. The most beautiful thing is not the intoxicating sunset that day, but the whispering back to back. The most beautiful thing is not the snowy world, but the mutual confession on the phone on a cold rainy night. Even though many things are destined to be slowly sealed by time, my heart cannot be changed!

The hourglass of time has precipitated the inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows. Those fleeting moments are always immersed in the sadness of the past, those brilliant moments are shattered in the sky, and those haze are your injuries or my sadness?

Looking at the flowers faintly, the petals are fragrant, the soft dew slips through the fingers, the faint sadness floats in the bottom of my heart, the wings of youth cut the painful memory, and the tears of yesterday aroused the ripples in my heart. Walking through my lost years, I left a smile that warmed my thoughts. I used to think that the star that belonged to me would not fall, but when it did, I found that there was really no eternity in the world, and the lost gibberish drowned the tears.

I fell in love with loneliness. I am used to using words to soothe all the scars. I always want to find the past in words, but I am afraid of memories. I am afraid that those bits and pieces that have been used will become the testimony of my loneliness today. So, I kept wandering on the dividing line between "learning to forget" and "continuing to remember", and finally lost myself and hesitated about tomorrow.