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Empty City, Old Dream

I buried all the loneliness and loneliness with a turning smile. You left me an old dream of an empty city with your decisive back. No, maybe, there is no dream. Yes, only sad memories. There are two people living in everyone’s life. A stunning time, a gentle time. In the depth of the years, they left deep and profound marks, shallow and deep. In everyone’s heart, there is a city with its own dreams and thousands of scenery. Maybe, you are just a passing person, maybe you are the most beautiful scenery, maybe your casual smile will be a lifetime of waiting. Jinse has 50 strings for no reason, one string and one column to think about the year of China. Those years, suddenly dreamlike, who and who can leave without sobbing, not to end? The autumn leaves are drifting away, and the ground is bleak. The dream is too light. Missing, quietly precipitation in the years; Persistent weathering in the eyes of my pulse. This love, this story, is wonderful, bumpy, laughter and sorrow. It’s just that there is no you here. There is only the shadow left by you. Shadow, why is it so painful? Still with yesterday’s sweetness and sadness. Once, How Beautiful was once. However, why is the only cruel memory and heartache left? A person and a city are distressed all their lives. Shaohua is not bad, and lovesickness is the only pity. I am just an ordinary woman who sends pen and ink with affection. When did you break into my small city quietly. The past clouds were light and the past poems and texts were combined, and now only the old dream of empty city remains. In the wake of the dream, tears soaked the lines of poetry. This affection never went far, but you said you should stay away. I know, I always know. You are a cloud, a wandering cloud. You only project to my city occasionally, and I just fell in love with you accidentally. You touched my heartstrings so gently that I mistakenly thought that this was the most beautiful opportunity in the world of mortals. You must stay away eventually. The past gentle acquaintance, just like the fleeting dream, has long disappeared on the other side of memory with the wind. Perhaps, the deep edge is really just a fatalism transmigration. Therefore, even if you turn around decisively, only leave my lonely back. Even if, you tell me, you are not the one I want to wait. My memory is still filled with you. What you don’t know is that you are not the scenery in the city for a long time. You are the only one who walks into the city. Even if you choose to leave, this unforgettable scenery is still the most beautiful and sad scenery you have left. The oath is still in your ears, but you turn around easily and stop the past. How will I piece together a tomorrow without you after breaking all my promises? I waited in the city, leaning on Willow alone. At dusk and dusk, I will not see you; I am waiting in the city. When Yan Zi comes back, it is difficult to send brocade books and flowers are like snow. Walk on the familiar streets and through the quiet alleys. I am following your footprints. The facing wind is mixed with the coolness of silk. In front of my eyes, I can’t see the road ahead clearly, but why does your smiling face still appear. I thought that I could forget and easily forget. However, I can’t do it. The pain of missing makes me fragmented. In the city without you, I am wandering hard and lonely. The dream continues. But in the passage of time, the oath calmed down. Where are you? Whether you are a drop of tears left by my previous life just fell on my palm and warmed my way to the afterlife. Where have you been? I watched one season after another in a small city. Whose lonely years have been touched by the love of this life? How can I describe that feeling with ink painting? You have never seen it, that stroke by stroke, outline how many lovesickness. Dye ink with tears, you are still the most beautiful under the ink. It takes only one second to fall in love with someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. You, passing by my small city, from then on, there will be no GOODCARE. I don’t know whether a person is destined to have such a person in his life and become a sea of life. Often together, the life is not the deepest love, nor the earliest acquaintance. But the right person who met at the right time. However, who can tell whether it is right or wrong? Fate, sometimes it really hurts. I have always been in deep love, but I don’t regret lovesickness. Who is your last gentle finger in this life’s love? A Floating Life in dream, only the end of the world. With a long love in the world, a song of lovesickness is recorded. Whose past was disturbed by the cool breeze? Who is the sweetness and sadness of this season? Looking back, in the dim light, who slowly pieced together the fragments of time and left a sad memory alone. On Coast to Coast, who filled the small lonely city with a deep heart. Sigh, sigh goodbye. Sighing, sighing for a long time, it is only a red dust infatuation in the end. Moonlight like water lingers at the sleepless window. The sadness left behind flowed on plain paper. The old dream of empty city, once written on plain paper, is still mottled and messy now. Tears falling, the story flying in the wind, started a little ripple. The words were filled with worries, soaked with Tang poems/song phrases, and the graceful words were full of sadness. Who sent the Golden Book in the cloud? When Yan Zi returned, the West floor of the moon. Dust the past and hide the tenderness. This lonely Bloom is a lifetime of waiting. Empty City, with an old dream, it is hard to wake up and stay. Empty City, a infatuation, a lifetime of waiting. Buddha said that the meeting in this life was changed only after five hundred times of review. Then, in the afterlife, would you like to walk into my city and blend into my heart? 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