Cover of "Can't Hear the Sound of Falling Flowers"
There is a kind of loneliness that ticks the flowers blooming and falling;
There is a kind of thought that wanders endlessly and endlessly;
There is a kind of determination that pervades the years and passage.
I can't hear the sound of falling flowers.
Life is like a glass bottle with the air taken out, sealing the deepest loneliness in the heart, dismembering the word "love" into
"", "", "", "", and "", but no matter how these radicals are recombined,
They can't escape the original meaning, and they are focused on becoming the biggest winner.
So we all lost...
The warm loneliness, the melancholy magnificence, the melancholy of the flower years, the silent text movies, who can see my hurt. ——"Can't Hear the Sound of Falling Flowers", flowers bloom and fall in one season, two endings, there are always some feelings that will touch the softest throbbing in your heart inadvertently, there are always some words that will make you feel lost, there are always some scattered people that will make you cry, so, do you love...
‖Notes:
1. Readers who like happy endings should proceed with caution;
2. Readers of the Holy Mother and the Holy Father (who has been blinded by seas and rocks, who have not only guarded their body but also their heart like jade throughout their lives) should proceed with caution;
3. Shiba's blog writes about life. Shiba's novels are about stories. Life and stories are not exposure platforms. Eighteen will not do it one by one
These explanations hope that readers who enter the drama will not use the standards of stories to perfect their lives, nor use the silhouettes of life to frame small stories.
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This is a bookmark specially made for Hua Luo. If you like it, you can click to save it. The paintings, words, and poems are all handwritten by Shi Shi. Thanks to Xiao Qi for her full support.
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