The thin raindrops beat on my window lattice, one sound, one drop; It wantonly broke the sleepless night and a sleepless heart. The desolation of the broken ground, in the sorrow of this rainy night & hellip& hellip;
Sad rain, accompanied by this romantic text; Crystal tears, quietly falling; With a bit of sadness, a bit of melancholy!
I'm like that flash in the pan. The flowers in the dark night are always so sad and cold. The flowers blooming in the dark night are always invisible to God, perhaps because the darkness blocks its sight, or it deliberately turns a blind eye. Let me know so and so, cold and warm, lonely as Yi!
Rainy night, the heart is really cold; The constant melancholy invades the soul and tastes the taste of life in this lonely night.
The delicate drizzle, gentle and delicate, affectionate and lingering, also interprets the weakness of the heart. In such a bleak rainy night after another, people always feel sad and melancholy in every way! Loneliness turns into heavy thoughts with the rain, so it falls on the earth!
In and out of my dreams, I always like those delicate and soft strokes and like to recall in the warmth of the past. So I always say to my friends that I am a woman living in memory city! In the memory of the city, there is my warmth, my love; But out of the memory City, I'm just a 'lonely' me. I'm afraid & hellip& hellip; Maybe I lost the courage to face & hellip& hellip;
But where does courage come from? Who will give me? The rain seems to cover the whole city tonight! It's sad! The same night as in the past, I was sleepless as in the past. I stayed in this small room as before. When I thought of this, all the bitterness surged into my heart!
Sighed and fell into this small space, but who can hear it? Who will pity! How can I sleep on such a miserable rainy night!
Standing at the window, listening to the dripping rain, Wutong and drizzle, to dusk, dribs and drabs. Li Qingzhao's sentence is now in front of us. Maybe her sorrow is like me, and no one can understand it. But I can deeply understand her feeling of 'how a sad word is'! Spring and autumn, the replacement of the four seasons, everything is changing. However, our feelings are so similar! It's just a pity that there is no Wu threat outside my window. There is only drizzle & hellip& hellip;
But who knows that on such a rainy night, in a room, there is a woman drenched by the rain, who is being stripped of her thoughts by a pair of cruel hands & hellip& hellip;
Rainy night! It always reminds people of more parting. The cold rain touches the sad face and adds a bit of concern to the bottom of my heart.
Sometimes I think that life is really like a dream, like a play; The quietness and silence in the dream, the noise and prosperity outside the dream, as well as those illusory and real, those gorgeous memories like fireworks!
In a trance, I always seem to be in a dream and play; But if it is really a dream or a play, then what still torments the soul? What makes me feel so clear pain and injury!
Once holding hands for a short time, singing alone in meditation, like the temptation of beautiful flowers. Are you infatuated with words destined to be sensitive and sleepy all your life? The stars are wandering and moaning, the flowers wither in fear, and the waiting of love & hellip& hellip;