Those Who Return from the Clouds

Listening to the "Returner of the Cloud" say something of his own, only one person in a hundred people may appreciate it, so don't care about other people's opinions. Although there are not a majority of these hundred people who really want to understand you, as long as you are willing and you want to express yourself, there will always be someone who understands you. Write novels, write novels that you think are worthwhile... The world of mortals looks back with sincerity, holding hands with each other as the spring goes away. A myth has returned to the mist, and the sky thousands of miles away is free and easy. One of them is a river and the other is a lake. The river is turbulent, but the lake is flat and silent. However, love never lasts forever in the vastness of the river and the tranquility of the lake. It is destined that in this ending there will only be them, not us. Every night, the sound of falling flowers always shakes people's hearts. Jiang told me that the falling of flowers is a new beginning. When the petals of the flower break away from the branches, the pagoda of love will become beautiful, because the flower gives it psychedelia. The lake told me that the falling of flowers was another end. Every ending in the falling flowers is always so heartbreaking, it gives the wind a sinful face. Shouting to the river or talking to the lake is like killing oneself in sorrow. My pursuit, my desire, turned out to be just a poignant chant. Put away the wind, put away all the flowers that bloom and fall, and they finally no longer belong to one of the corners of the tragedy.