One Thousand and Two Nights

My heart pretends to be sad on one side and happy on the other. I have too many memories, too many sighs, too many things I want to escape from, and too many things to face. My heart has become complicated. I started writing, writing cruel and painful stories, those beautiful encounters, passionate passion, unforgettable eyes and kisses, the most vivid love and hate in the world, and in the end, they turned into just a drop of crystal tears. Perhaps, even the separation between life and death is only the distance between one glance and the next. Along the way, I have been burdened by the mud, and my heart has carried countless small cracks. Seeing the fragile life settle into dust and burying the feelings, I don't know that the thorns and flowers have already grown the bitter fruits of the world. It hurts my soul... Therefore, I let go of the thoughts buried in the cobwebs and let me remember those past events like pink khaki and remember the simplicity.