Red Window Shadow, Gold Pin Warm Tent

All the noise and brightness, worldly joy and happiness, are like clear streams, passing by in the wind and in front of my eyes, and warmth gushes out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations and only hear one sentence, "I just want you to be happy and not sad." It's like someone has pressed the redial button, lingering over and over again. —— On the days when the black wind blows, on the days when I see the snowbirds screaming in the sky, in the smile when you look up and down, in the cracks and gaps of millions of years, I always think of what you said to me with tears in my eyes, "I don't mind if I don't get your heart, as long as I can look at you, that's enough." And when you completely left, I still think of you. Is this the cruelest and gentlest imprisonment? —— In the long and lonely years to come, those distant memories swept over me like nightmares. In the late spring of that year, prosperity fell upon us, and everything in the world seemed colorless. I heard your voice scattered in the wind: "Luoluo..." So far, so close. How many years have passed by my fingertips, how many years have passed, and I can no longer touch your gentle side face or your shaky back in the night sky. "Lolo..." Who is calling me? ! The accumulation of thousands of days and nights, deep in my memory, comes from your deepest call, "I am... By your farthest side." If you still remember...