Message on a sunny day

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If you are well, it will be sunny.

( 1)

If I let the night stop singing, leaving only a vague silhouette, will my melancholy be quiet with the silence of the night?

If I let the memory stop spreading, leaving only a shallow residual temperature, will my thoughts stop with the termination of the memory?

-Inscription

It has been several years since our story ended, and I have been walking alone for a long time, in a daze. I don't remember the scenery on the way, but I can't see it. Where is the end of drifting?

I haven't looked for your trace for a long time, and all kinds of past events seem to have lost their amorous feelings. Time flies by, dyeing the last silk thread in my memory. From then on, I can only be the wind chime in front of your window, ringing the deepest echo in my memory.

Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be countless sorrows, just like those colorful years, but in retrospect, there are countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind the smile, how many bitter tears are flying, and in the chapter of memory, who fixed whose tenderness into eternity and turned it into a trace that will never die out in my heart.

In this way, I can only let a warm tear end my vague dream with a cold line of words. This may be the story, and this may be the ending. The difference is that in the story, you are still stretching your beautiful clothes, but in the ending, I am lost in the crowds coming and going.

I don't know how long I lingered on the edge of this memory. I always thought your smile was blurred by me. But on the yellowed rice paper, the faded handwriting depicts your face very clearly in my mind, and my mouth mumbles the name that has been called for thousands of times. On such a cold night, how can I walk through the loneliness that drowns my heart?

Perhaps, meeting and parting are destined to be two levels that pass by. Just like our story, we didn't go the opposite way, so we went further and further, and when we went back, we couldn't find the direction, leaving only some messy footprints, so we lined up and had no home.

The lost time reflects the fragments of the past, and looking at the enlightenment of the horizon, a new day will come again. Broken dreams make my mature face pale, listening to yesterday's departure, but welcoming tomorrow's sigh.

I still remember that year, you danced lightly, waded through the running water and came to my side from afar. I still remember that year, you accompanied me through one unforgettable journey after another. Now, I am the only one left, embarking on a long journey and wandering at the end of the world together.

The night is as deep as ever. In the face of recording the past words, my mood is complicated. I carefully counted the bits and pieces of the past. I said to myself with vague eyes: it's time to let go, it's all over. If I love you, I should let you fly. If you become the wind, I will become the cloud, and it is enough to guard behind me silently forever.

Life is like this, wandering in pain and understanding after loss. It is precisely because of this that we can continue to grow and achieve. Although the process is so bitter, as long as the other party can be happy, sadness will turn into a rainbow in the horizon, even if it is a sad rainbow, the story of two people can always be fixed in that beautiful moment.

Fate comes and goes, but it can't escape fate. Fate came, dreamed and left, which broke my heart. ...

If you are well, it will be sunny.

(2)

Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny.

-Leaves

When I saw this sentence elsewhere, I hesitated for a long time and inexplicably felt a kind of warmth and touch.

Sometimes a word is worth a thousand words, and it is enough to warm all the desolation and indifference in my heart.

Always wanted to be a quiet walker,

Leave yourself in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and keep the original bud and joy.

Or get stuck in the light and shadow, and look through those vague old dreams.

Time is like a still glass of water. It is still deep and can still flow deeply.

But this mood has nothing to do with romance, and the running water is gone.

Standing at the crossroads of time, I look back on the beauty and gentleness I have gone through.

Many people, many things, many desires that were once full of flowers,

Still flowing slowly in the long river of years, looking back silently.

Counting every emotional message more or less reveals a trace of melancholy and heaviness.

There is also a kind of melancholy and confusion for no reason.

Reach out my hand, and the color of water gushes from my fingers like quicksand, like a charming and decisive butterfly.

No matter how tightly you hold your hand, no matter how hard you try to grasp the years that have never been desolate in your life,

Youth is like a feast of the whole city, with heavy makeup on the stage and a luxurious and low-key ending.

Those green and beautiful lush plants are still the deepest and truest sweetness and pain in my heart.

I often get phone calls or text messages from my friends inadvertently.

Don't need too many words, and don't need too many greetings and hypocrisy.

A few faint greetings or blessings can breed countless beautiful and touching people.

Listening to the soft or low voice on the other end of the phone,

Just chatting casually and knowing that we are fine, it is enough to smile at each other.

I am used to such days, a person, a book, a cup of tea,

Look at all the stories and plots in those faint music.

I know all the applause and applause is just a romantic nothingness.

In the twilight of sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom silently.

I just stay where I am, waiting for the warmest moment in my life.

Wait for a pair of hands and hold me with happiness and tenderness.

Things are complicated and time is always silent.

The so-called obsession may be illusory, and the so-called arrival is just the end.

And youth, how like a grand fireworks, is fragile and so easy to fade.

No matter how beautiful and exquisite it is, it's just a glimpse.

How can the past, which drifted with the wind, be carved like running water?

Looking back a thousand times, I still can't remember the past years.

No matter how great vanity and complexity are, they will eventually return to truth and dullness.

And you and I haven't had time to lay the foundation and set the direction for ourselves.

Thorns and setbacks suddenly drove us to the wall.

Just wait for the empty flowers to sigh, and desolation will salvage the unfinished memories with the moonlight.

Endless, endless world of mortals.

Only one trip can change an understanding, and only one trip can change an experience, that's all.

Like quicksand in the palm of your hand, you can't hold the charm and coldness, and you die if you can't hold your fingertips.

I like to say "fireworks can't be cut" silently, and I like this extreme depression.

Just a few words, people are full of desolation and loneliness.

I am not a person who is good at expressing feelings and thoughts, and I will not pile up words with a lot of paper.

I am just bright and sad. I am as clear as water.

Sigh that there used to be so many light flowers,

Now there are only half a sigh and memories left, and I accidentally messed up yesterday's eyes.

Look in the mirror and count your temples.

Suddenly, I was shocked, and time passed in silent silence.

In a flash, my heart was tangled and overgrown with weeds.

But I finally know, understand, is still the same.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not, whether you are here or not.

Perhaps only words can dispel the biggest confusion and flooding in my heart.

Or maybe everything is destiny takes a hand.

I let myself drift on the lonely river, and I also let myself cross the rust.

Have a silent and sharp dialogue in the name of poetry.

The dusk is heavy, the memories are mottled, and the fragrance is still there.

Life is a one-act play with very similar plots.

And I, just in other people's stories,

Capture your own feelings and feel the joys and sorrows of others.

When silent memories and support,

A little touch enriches my mind,

In the world of mortals, who is the spectator and passer-by in whose life?

When we were young, we always liked to pretend to be indifferent and mature.

I like to think of myself as the eyes behind a floating life.

With a thorough understanding of everything, I looked down at all the ukiyo-e paintings coldly and calmly.

But I can't smile and ask for a little wisdom.

Anything trivial and vulgar can easily beat me.

In order to restore life itself, my smallness and humbleness are not worth mentioning.

Only the deepest desire and longing in the soul,

Just like the faint light of fireflies, it guides me all the way.

Life is too shallow, and this river and lake is deep.

After the initial vague mark, some people and things are destined to get lost in the running water.

Outside the window, it is an era of big flowers and big flowers, which is dazzling.

Inside the window, there is a feeling of loss and standing in the breeze.

Pushing open a door called years, many years have finally been gradually stranded.

And you, always the light and shadow in the diagonal lattice,

Wandering on the edge of dream and reality.

If I can reverse the silence behind nonsense and smooth the wrinkles of the years,

Check the fragments of memory together and smear your fingertips with warmth.

Then the sky in September will definitely become pure and clean.

It will definitely make all thoughts fly in an instant and the seasons reciprocate.

If time is locked in lush green, dragging Leng Yue and clear autumn,

So weak water 3 thousand, who will take you a ladle, drunk outside the world?

In this world, no road is repetitive.

Just like loneliness, just like memories, just like some days, some people will still be the direction of attention.

But the wind has weakened, and the tattoo has left a dark wound, which hurts like yesterday.

I always believed,

Some injuries can't be erased, some memories can't be erased, and some people can't let go.

Even if I sit here thinking about you at the moment, or one day I leave you,

I will take root in your world with love and hope.

If you are well in this life, it will be sunny.