The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don't be alone! Infinite country, it is easy to say goodbye but hard to see at other times. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
She is no longer a simple girl who cries whenever she wants and laughs whenever she wants. I think I should have forgotten it long ago, but I don't know that those abundant emotions have not dissipated over time. They are entrenched in the deepest dreams, turning into fine wounds... Before they can be released, they become more and more intense, almost bursting...
It turns out that everything, even emotions, has been polished into a rounded shape. If my younger self didn't know how to hide my feelings, then...