The story of me and Lilac Girl

In our unknown hometown, there is a quiet song and fireworks in the sky. At the same time, the interweaving of time and space presents unknown complexity. Rare quiet years, a kind of relative freedom away from wandering relatives, if there is no emptiness and unaccustomed to modern pseudo-civilization. Condensed into cold and illusory tears, I just want to turn over, get rid of an ordinary life, and don't want to dream of life. I still need to get up and face everything, walk slowly, forget where I came from, and don't understand the nuances around me. Listening to the sounds from ancient times, I can't keep thinking. I am entangled in the whirlpool of emotions. I seem to be tied up somewhere, helpless. The distant heaven has bright eyes in the sky. When it's dark, my eyes are still in the sky ... My throat wants to make a sound, but it's not crying, because I'm afraid it will disturb the unknown distant soul I love. I instinctively breathe, eat and listen to trivial sounds. As soon as I turned around, I began to fantasize about the unknown shadows I had heard. If the sky is still so blue and love is still so true, I will be at a loss. I started looking for my goal, walked quickly, went through the Woods and climbed the mountain. I gasped at the top of the mountain, then rolled over and climbed into the clouds. I looked around and walked with the clouds. For a time, I was fascinated by watching tall buildings and people. I still remember my steps in the crowd. The mind was awakened by a trance-like memory. It's lilacs. She took a handful of dirt from her pocket, rubbed it, rubbed it and smiled at me. The clouds are still floating, and the wind is holding me. Seeing the change in the thickness of her shadow line, the wind rises and falls, penetrating my heart. I stood up slowly, just like welcoming the wind with my fingertips. Only the soul can hear the answer ... I immediately entered this illusion. I gave up talking to the soul for her. An imaginary ghost appeared around me, and the appearance of the ghost began to comfort my heavy heart. I no longer yearn for just mild sunshine and begin to have the power of life. My smile penetrated into my dream, and my tears flowed and moved. I don't need to wander inside, she is my angel, the messenger of God ... I stay awake in the light and dark, warm and cold, dry and humid, the breeze blowing on my face and the raging wind, and find that this is a moment of love, short and beautiful.