Lost you last night

Sitting in front of the table, my thoughts flew into the fog of the next day, locked between the sizes. A figure of eggs in space struggled in it, looking for the Sun of heaven and earth, thinking of you deeply printed in the sea, the casual touch of the fingertip turns the shadow into nothingness. How can the years of waiting turn into a bubble? Tears flow slowly and invade the whole body.

In the morning of early autumn, the light breeze rises and leaves fall yellow. The sharp blade of the wind blows the trees dry for a little bit of anger. The figure of life under the trees looks so lonely, relying on the trees, the busy city is located in front of us. An independent sphere is busy but not stopped. Time is easy to pass. It seems that it has been several years. A young man in full bloom has become a white-haired old man with a bent back, holding crutches, all alone. Years of hard work seem to stop there.

Walking gently in the street, stepping lightly without a trace of sound, looking for you in the past, looking for the memories of the past, drinking and pecking cups, mellow and elegant breath poured into tidal surge of emotion, the breath was coarse, you are looking hard but you are close to your eyes. The end of the tail is like the exhaustion that has been washed away for many days. Your company is the warm sun penetrating the red dust. Looking back, we once watched the flowers bloom and fall together, enjoy the sunset together, listen to the loquacious glide,……, Taste the ups and downs of life. The dream is waking up. No matter how I look for the place where you hide, I still get nothing. The nose is getting sour and the eyes are moist. An ominous feeling covers my heart. You are far away from me. The wind is rusty and the water is cold, but you don’t look back.

Time is like a flying butterfly, passing through my youth, and there is a ripple silently, wandering alone in the deserted alley, tasting the sadness you gave, walking alone through the dark and deep path of life.

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