Fei Yang inserted his fingers into his hair, and Xu Fei gasped loudly.
Fei Yang's hands were like earthworms, randomly supporting his scalp and hair. Xu Fei's scalp was numb. My neck is also stiff.
Fei Yang: "Why bother?"
Xu Fei raised his head and looked at him
"There is a long river of secularity between us, and no one can walk through it..."
"There is no way, I have to leave." Fei Yang threw the script in Xu Fei's hand on the table with red eyes.
"We are just ourselves, the most primitive heartbeat."
…
I can't walk here/Isolated from the world/The mountains and rivers I love/The setting sun sings at night/I know my story/From now on I will be crushed into the wilderness
——Xu Fei's "My Love"
We all seem happy
If it ends here
if i were a girl
Is it possible for us to touch each other?
My soul is floating on the ground
I just want to be in touch with you for a moment
if i were a girl
I will live in the sun
Too bad I'm just a boy
Only my ashes are scattered on the ground
Only then will they believe it
trust us
The world is not what you think
it's crazy for him
illuminate us
when i lie on the lawn
you are always there
But it seems like it's just me
You say we all live in the gutter
One day I will truly embrace you
no matter how short
We have stood under the light
no matter how dazzling
"I do"
What creates the bustle is countless desolations
——Xu Fei's "Empty"
1. There is no prototype, it is all the author's imagination.
2. Let go of your own writing and create an imaginary world.
4. I hope to encounter a serial wave that readers who read my articles will love.
Intention: Just do good deeds, be safe and happy, defend yourself by rushing, and don't worry about the future.
