Pay tribute to the people we love most.

Pay tribute to the people we love the most

On this starry New Year's Eve, I have been paying close attention for a long time, and my tears are longing for the brightest stars in the green night sky. Is that you? Memories are filled with your light, sound and shadow, which is a kind of your back that I can't forget no matter how I try. Through that light and shadow, I can see the wounds deeply imprinted on my heart and the gully with tears. I admit that I have never felt so difficult to forget a person. At that time, I brushed your hair lightly, and I could smell your hair everywhere, floating around my weak soul and accompanying me to walk. Forget you, maybe only after six courses, I am lucky enough to be baptized by the sacred memory. I don't know if there is a god who controls time in this world, but when I bow my head, I can see the memories that I don't want to give up in my hands, and no matter how hard I struggle, what else in this world is worth cherishing, or enough scars in my mind not to be taken away by the wind and sand. I never know what forgetting means, and what really cares about a person or a thing. I just follow the secular footsteps foolishly, and even myself, who I can't find, can't control it.

The soul has never found a home. It's just ostentation and extravagance, a ceremony of love built with blood and tears, which has no meaning. Sometimes I just think that Iraqi people may be a blessing from heaven, an angel who accompanied me and liberated me, but I finally found out that I was wrong, because there was never a regret in the world that I might not be qualified to have, and I was used to being arrogant, so there was no chance to care about and love her. The world is too noisy and chaotic. In my spare time, I like to rely on notes to paralyze myself, and I am indifferent to the back left by you walking slowly by me, just staying in the same place and never stopping wandering. I always thought that the rain was the most beautiful, but I ignored the rainbow of seven colors after the rain. Iraqis were like that colorful beam of light projected into my blood and connected with my heart. I have silently promised from the bottom of my heart that I must accompany the most beloved Iraqis unconsciously to walk through something that represents eternity, spans 13 and 14, and * * * bears witness to what hundreds of millions of creatures are eagerly awaiting. Maybe some things really can't last forever. It's like a bubble that reflects this gorgeous rainbow backwards, changing with the change of space, which is a portrayal of memory. In this life, at this time, all this or all that has disappeared is my gentle prayer for you. At this moment, this beauty belongs only to you. Sometimes, I really want to fly away with the wind. I want to freely shuttle around the Iraqi people in the air filled with familiar fragrance, and then quietly watch the graceful walking slowly, with that unforgettable smile, and stay with me until the end of the day. Tianjian, if you promise, you won't forget your beauty.