1 I have been crawling for a hundred years, smiling and burning for a hundred years, just waiting to meet you again in ashes, because your happiness is all my belief

2 I said that I Not an angel, even if I am Tianshi, I still need the care of others, even if you give me an extension of care, but no, nothing

3 I don’t remember when you started flying to my window every day , as long as I stretch my hand and think of the sky, you will appear majestically

4 When everything is in the past, close your eyes and still cannot forget the flowers that once bloomed in your dreams

5 I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night singing all the nightmares, all the prosperity, all the origins of memories

6 The fireworks on the other side finally withered, The sacred fire of the temple is dying, and I see your child-like smile. You ask, when the heaven collapses, will our crimes be forgiven in the end?

7 I want to know, those birds flying south in a hurry, Whose thoughts did it take away?

8 I forgot which year, which month, which day, and which wall I carved a face on, a smiling, sad, staring at me Face

9 Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement, blooming in the windless forest for all time?

10 Time is not waiting for me, it is you , Forgot to take me away

11 I always feel the most about those cliffs where the black tide breaks, but I forget that in the wheel of life, they bloom quietly season by season, and then quietly wither, with no way out. The sunflowers

12 We said with a smile that we are staying at the original place of time. In fact, we have long been swept away silently by the torrent

13 I always love squatting Come down and look at the traces of time on the ground, like rows of ants, traveling through my memory

14 If the memory is as solid as steel, should I smile or cry? If the memory is corroded like steel, then Is this a ringed city or a ruin?

15 Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk anymore. When I don’t talk, I don’t dare to look at the sky

16 That alley is like a sleeping summer, blue, slate, white, flying birds, the door at the end opens and closes, time stops, I hear the gears, click~click

17 I always I wonder if my memory lives at that end of the long street, and my annual rings die at this end of the long street

18 Have you always been like this, quietly watching the setting sun? , please delete the vulgar works that can be attributed, sadness

19 Who is playing the irritable breathing wantonly, gradually forgetting the color in the cadence, the twilight years, the close-up of the sound and color, the branches returning to the age of thirteen Head, in bud

20 If there is a next life, I will be a cactus, living lonely but contentedly

21 A moment of love on the road actually earns us a lifetime , as sweet as death, after that moment of sweetness there is a huge and hidden suffering

22 I know clearly that those who should leave will always leave, but why in the end, I don’t even have time to say goodbye

23 People should live as happily as possible, because it will take a long time for you to die

24 We always grow old too fast, but we get wise too slowly

25 I am always afraid of the confusion I lost myself in the daily trivialities, so I chose a short-term escape

26 Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we have never walked through it, but it is always there and will always be there. There, the lost people are lost, and the people who meet will meet again

27 I just don’t like the sun, I don’t like those noisy foreign halls, my mouth is on other people’s faces, and I will keep silent whatever they want. confrontation. I just don’t like confusion, and I don’t like a bunch of nonsense articles. Angels also have tears, they understand my desires, and they give me the wings of God. There was also a poor child, looking for a lonely posture under the night sky, unable to understand the cold sarcasm, and wrote words that turned into tears. Some talk naggingly, some lie without blushing, Youen enjoys a happy vacation at the beach, and some scavenge under the sunset.

And I only have a pair of silent eyes, wishing from the bottom of my heart: >28 The wind blows the petals like broken passages of time, and your smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons

29 Several reincarnations Later, it turned into the secret of the earth's crust, love showed its pale profile, venting its crystal clear confession, and the ancient music of the ancient times passed through the gap of the soul

30 When I turned around, I greeted the green farewell behind me, a few words of call, behind me, Bit by bit, the sea, the deep poles of grass, buried my ups and downs of reluctance, departure, heart's scruples, thoughts drifting, and thoughts' fantasies

31 I remember that when I was young, you loved to chat. I love to laugh. Once I sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was blowing in the treetops and the birds were chirping. I didn’t know why I fell asleep. I knew how many flowers were falling in my dream.

32 The winter of that year was full of flying prajna. You bloomed a bright stem but broke three branches of memory. Whose silence took away whose colorful clothes, who refused to call the curtain and who will always stage prosperity. The desolation under forbearance bloomed one, two and three flowers, and the endless memories came. Everywhere is crowded with angels with blurry faces, and there is no sadness overgrown with sad pole grass. The years are lost in the pole grass. The year flies south all the time. Beyond the Mohe River, north of the North Star, the broken strings flow. , the tomb of the soul has been darkened, and I, from ancient times, have been a hunter standing in the wind, leaving behind my memory, with no way forward, no way back, free, lonely, unruly, unruly, fierce, gentle, wandering, Eternal life

33 I have no reason to demand your existence