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The road is the way back

The road is the way back

"Laxue"

Text/Speechless

Yesterday stared

Memories are like the first moon of the hook

The stars seem to be nothing

Shimmering colors of the night sky

Stay halfway up the stairs

Reach out and touch the drizzle in the mist

Slipping on the fingertips and crushing in the belly of the fingers

Look in the direction it's coming

The night sky drifts away

No moonlight, no stars

Yellowish old-fashioned street lights

Reflect the trajectory of the whereabouts

Hit on the cheek dripping out of the corner of the eye

Slips faster than teardrops

No emotion

But the drip rippled in the sea of hearts

The tears of a long time could not resist the cold

Falling raindrops condense in the clouds

Snow fell and danced into a white dress

One after another

Such as the dancer of the ballet

Tiptoe on the cheeks and on the back of the palms, every inch of the skin

Black and white keys that melt in the heart

The vocal music is played silently

Notes pop into your head

Strange and familiar melody

Flutter or fall

The passage of seconds is not in sight

Come with the snow, melt with the snow

Snowflakes of the Waxing Moon

Late tenderness or coldness

The night of mid-winter

No stars and no moon

There is only the tenderness of snow and rain

Falling snowflakes fall on your eyes

The black and white eyeballs melt tenderly

Wet dust Indifferent red dust

To flow the wind in the corner of the eye

To stay immersed in the eye

The road is the way back

"Remember, no rain under the rainbow"

I have traveled through the years to see the light and shadow

But lost in the dream of searching

The trees are green from spring

Flowers bloom in early summer

In the autumn rainy season, the breeze is gentle

Warm this winter's cotton-like snow

It happens to be next to the ancient road

A moment of west wind skinny horses

A guest in a hurry

Cover tired shoulders

The love that faced the eyes

The floating heart seemed to have reached shore

Say a word, and you will know that the end of the world is

Knowing one's heart, he has already seen the empty sea of the world

Come to this city and never find it

Have not come to this township to encounter

Rainless

You don't have to have an umbrella to ask for it

Under the rainbow

The road is the way back

About the author

Speechless: Floating a guest, burning ink of the heart, staining the world with warmth, although it can not fully taste, may this soothe the boat and sea drifters.

The road is the way back

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