I am a simple and ordinary person. I am on the ignorant path and write about my inner feelings, but I cannot understand the fatigue in my heart. Whether it is joy or dreams, I can go back if I am right, and move forward if I am wrong, because my acquaintance can be superimposed on the way back, and the accumulated thoughts can spread in the wrong scene.－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Looking at the fragile evening breeze, understanding the loss of dawn, looking at the beautiful colorful moon, understanding the promise of losing the evening, the years that cannot be held, the mood that cannot be kept, the dreams of the vast ocean wander, the inner voice begins to play gorgeous songs, listening to the beginning that is in my ears, but unable to predetermine the prosperity of the ending.

Moving forward is a dream. The sight that cannot be kept in front of you, the time that cannot be avoided, and the scenery that cannot be jumped out is following people, but your heart begins to be complicated. This is the road, the road that belongs to you. No one can recognize the glitz on the road. Even if there is suffering, it is still something that you have to brew.

I have no ability. I live a simple step and walk a replica road. I learn the knowledge that everyone sees. I am on the road and others in my heart. Sometimes I am moving forward, but the words and deeds in my heart are constantly regressing, interpreting the thoughts that are savoring.

The myth of autumn, the struggle in my heart, the sad heart, the glitz and the sound of the road, from then on, we have made an appointment for five hundred years, waiting for a drop of tears in the dream, the spring and autumn are unchanged, and the heart is hard to sleep, and the world is bitterly smiling, people are not awake in the dream, people are not quiet, guarding the mirror to see the sadness, what cannot be seen is the people under the moon waiting, my waiting, my calling, I cannot wait for the four seasons to stay, and I cannot exchange for the scenery to stay together, and it is difficult to meet once apart, if I see no dreams, there is no song.

I am very simple, I don’t have any good eyesight. When looking at people and things, it is difficult to make correct analysis and challenges, and I cannot let others withdraw from the wrong choices. Although the words cannot be in place and cannot be expressed in my heart, the mistakes in my eyes tell me that you are still moving forward. Although it is difficult on the road, it will be even more difficult in the future.

I am very ordinary, I don’t have any good listening skills, I can’t hear the subtleties of the words, and I can’t feel the future and dreams in my heart. Although the road is long and my affairs are not very big, I still have to tell myself. I will welcome the dawn tomorrow and let myself continue to accept the evening in the prescribed time.

I am not very good at speaking. When I speak, I always make it difficult for others to resist. I hear ignorant and tasteless. The wrong things cannot be corrected, and the words I say cannot be changed. Even if everything is changed, the words I give can never be changed. Even if it is a mistake that I should be, there is still a group of people watching after the mistake.

The self who moves forward and the voice of retreating, worrying about the heavy mistakes next time, and worrying too much about keeping them. I don’t know if it’s wrong in my heart or the right direction, this is a time arrangement, and it’s also a future for my own life. Three steps, one step, one step forward, and the last step is to others see the ending.

A simple self, an ordinary life, I have passed many misses and accepted too many positions, but the methods I faced remain unchanged. What kind of smoothing line is walking in the crisscrossing years, making me feel at the wrong scene, making me dream of changing phenomena, and passing by others' roads, and seeing my own unhappiness.

The time that cannot be held, the time that cannot be held is walking in my heart, and I will still have to walk together in the next life. There is no turning back in time, only the conciliation in my heart, the myth in my heart, and swinging in other people's words. Although I can leave, I cannot live without other people's hearing.

The sun has come out, the dawn has begun to wave, my background has naturally disappeared, the evening has come, the moon has appeared, and my journey has also begun to be confused. The wave of time, the call of the vast ocean, and the addition of the scenery has made me wrong on the road, making me choose the direction to move forward,

I was wrong, I didn't know how to pass, but I passed by a mistake that belonged to me. It was at the end of my heart, and it was in the corner of my thoughts. It allowed me to walk under the verification of regret, recognize the pain and write down traces. Time accompanied me in the mortal world, but no one recognized my own pace.

I have time, I follow the flames of heaven, and I have a voice, and I love it without a companionship. It is my infatuation but I cannot rely on the lakeside of the scenery.

A promise of three thousand years, a wish of five hundred years, a dream of mortal world, a dream of infatuation, a decisive sea of ​​bitterness, a dream of acquaintance, a rain of acquaintance, a four seasons wandering on the other side, floating on the bottom of a lonely cliff, an invisible cry, an unthinkable lovesickness, can only taste unforgettable,

You and I make an appointment for a lifetime, waiting for each other for thousands of years, and loving each other for thousands of years on the Naihe Bridge, just because the fate is deep and the road is too little. If you wait again, I will still wait for a thousand years, waiting for you to deceive the scene. The years sway my heart, and the sea surrounds the sky, but I have never changed my mind. My thoughts are slow, my heart is long, and the waiting road is always wandering.

My road, the arrangement of time, the scenery of time, everyone's help, the shadow of the building in the sea, is yesterday and today's help, but tomorrow is my inner temptation, and the dream of wandering in the future slowly disappears in front of others, chasing the passage of time, walking on the edge of the stream,

What I see is illusory, but what I am waiting for is the future, and nothing belongs to me. But I use the combination of words to exchange my years, kick away my inner call, and turn away from the striking sound of walking, and wander in the direction of ignorance along the lateral lines of time.

One person’s fault, two people’s arrangements, looking at the self in my heart recalling the loss and gains of the past, but unable to understand the pace and progress of the future,

I can't stand my mistakes and want to change them, but time does not allow them, and I want to make some extra explanations. But in the end I realize that this is a mistake again and again. Although I often block my mistakes in my heart, what is right becomes wrong in the end, and I don't understand whether I have done anything right in the last time.

When I am tired, I am thinking about the past, but when I am upset, I think about the next time. I run with my heart, embark on an unknown road, embark on an unclear confusion, and don’t know where to go. Only when I see my own shadow can I say correctly that I did the right thing.

It is the road that you have to walk, it is the word that you have to listen. If you have walked too much, you still don’t understand the number, and if you have talked too much, you still don’t understand the matter. At this moment, love pulls a thread to move forward, fate holds a dream but makes you retreat
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