One Hundred and Eight Love Stories

My days and nights are picturesque, Loneliness is like rain. Silence is the deep feeling I express, We looked at each other in silence. As the saying goes, tears fill the gaps in the painting, I'm in pain too Loneliness and silence wet the world. And the beginning of the story is always like this, it comes in a hurry and is caught off guard. And the story always ends like that, with two flowers blooming, separated by the sky. The nocturne in the dream tells, smile in the confusion, be strong in the collapse. I was never a writer, I was just a listener. I keep a dream and bury it in the vast universe, looking forward to it blooming into a more brilliant encounter. The moon is the clef of the movement, and the constellations are paved with notes. And those who looked up at the starry sky held their breath and smiled quietly at it: "Shh, there's still one song left until dawn." This is all, with 108 love stories to help you pass the time.