The clear and ethereal sound of the piano floated in the room. Slender fingers plucked, and a faint voice sang. If you listen carefully, you might be able to hear the little song being sung...
Once upon a time, it was the most monotonous line scattered on the graffiti board
Memories are still hanging in front of the window, waiting for mourning all alone
To fill up numbly and continue needlessly
What can't be waited for is not only the future
Happiness falls from your fingers
slip off
Nothing left,
All that's left is this perfectly decorated smiling face
Even if you ignore the joys and sorrows of the world,
Never can
Unable to ignore the heartache that is so familiar that it is deeply felt.
How to say goodbye
past
It was so ridiculous that it turned into two unfamiliar Chinese characters;
Only then discovered
Having no choice is another sad escape.
It's over, there's no end
Started, never started
One step, the world is so close
Turn around and look at the sea
Flowers on the other shore, the past is an old saying
Nai He Qiaotou, who knows the beauty in this world?
The wind was whispering, and the lonely tune stopped abruptly as the hand dropped.
The wind blew up the white petals piled on the ground, and the petals danced beautifully in the air, as if to bring her into that sweet dream...
However, what happens after waking up from the dream? ! Endless loneliness and helplessness surrounded her, the room was empty, she was the only one here.
Is it too greedy? She asked herself. No, no, I just want a love.
You know you can afford it, but you don't want to give it; you know you can give it, but you don't want to give it; you know you want to give it, but you forget to give it…
Who abandoned themselves in the corner of oblivion? Can we still find the way back to the past? Even if you go back to the past, will you still wait in the same place?
When you wake up from the dream, who will be by your side? Who will be with you?
Love is like flowers blooming in March, beautiful but short-lived. Then, when is her flowering period?
A pair of warm arms embraced her, and looking back, she saw her familiar face. He gently touched the man's face with his hand, closed his eyes, and leaned against it, feeling warm in his heart.
Has her flowering season come?
Original heroine