The wind wrinkled the surface of the lake, but rubbed the starlight into my eyes - those unexpected wrinkles will eventually turn into wrinkles of light. The moonlight planted a silver flower on the window sill. I counted the petals and stayed up all night. In the silent night, there is always someone to light it up for you. The raindrops draw curves on the glass, like a whisper written by the sky to the earth - everything is talking quietly, listen, it is the rhyme of healing.
When the kite is entangled with the string, the clouds are wiping away the tears in the sky for it - bondage and freedom are one, and changing the perspective is healing. The chirping of cicadas shook the summer night, and the stars fell into the fountain I held - there is tranquility hidden in the hustle and bustle, as long as you are willing to bend down. Dandelion's promise is to wander with the wind, but my promise is to catch every piece of light - there is no need to chase the distance, the beauty will fall into the palm of my hand.
Fireflies carry lanterns and look for lost stars in the dusk - there is always someone holding a lantern in the dark, and you are your own light. The fallen leaves spin to bid farewell, but the annual rings are carved into the palm lines of the tree - separation is not the end, but another form of reunion. When the wind chimes sway, the wind outside the window is hugging you for me - I miss you silently, but everything is conveying tenderness to you. Fireflies light up the night, and you light up me—a tiny light can dispel darkness, just like you.
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