"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
"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.
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