Remember to Forget You

There is a kind of beauty called loneliness in the hazy night Standing alone in front of the window, only half of the moonlight remains The fresh laundry is ticking It seems like the rainy season is still lingering There is a kind of beauty called vicissitudes of life at dusk There are fewer and fewer cars coming and going Elongated blur under neon lights Whose figure is getting thinner and thinner? Hiding behind the flashing lights There is a kind of beauty called history On a cool autumn afternoon Climb the slippery mud wall Counting the growth rings of moss The pain of falling when you are lost There are fewer and fewer leaves on the lemon tree There is a kind of beauty called distance Crowded and damp subway through a transparent glass window Heading into the unknown dark tunnel Forget that half on the brightly lit platform There is a kind of beauty called shortcomings one elongated shadow In which interval is it engraved? Can't find the part where it belongs Waiting in hindsight for the full flavor There is a kind of beauty It's called caring summer without sunshine Qinghe fresh plantain plump The steps of leaving are a bit like falling gardenias Everything turned out to be so simple There is a kind of beauty called deep A sandstorm accidentally stole the sun away Typhoons occasionally knock down banyan trees that have been around for hundreds of years. Tsunamis don't seem to be the most terrifying thing … Thousands of beauties in the world Which one are we all? Is there also loneliness and vicissitudes of life? Occasionally there is still a bit of history and a bit of distance Love full of regrets Did I mistake it for deep? Conception: