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Fragments of memory, scattered in the sunset

At dusk, sitting on the lawn, listening to the ancient rhythm, I have a feeling of nostalgia. The distant songs have washed my heart. A subtle emotion blooms quietly in my heart, just like my own dance steps, quiet and intimate, integrated with music, clear outside the soft melody, lonely struggling in my heart, arousing countless once.

The tragic red under the sunset, like blood, is spread on the ocean of memory. Memory is always a castle unwilling to make noise. When walking on a familiar street, always in the shade of the sun, I think of your smile for no reason, not surprised by the clarity of the waves. The smile is as calm as water, like a slanting sunset. After leaving, I spent a long time to miss you and review in my memory.

The loneliness between the eyebrows, who knows my injury, love is a play. I always play such an injured role. I can only look from a distance. Because I have experienced too much, I find that I am so far away from happiness. The ray of sunshine behind reflects my vicissitudes. Memory is my Achilles' heel. I try to see everything light, but your bright smile, Deeply engraved in my eyes, perhaps, many years later, I hope your smile is still like this, as bewitching people as I first met.

I dare not look back. I don't want to see my scarred memories. Fleeting years slip away from me. I choose to be silent, not because of fear, but because of the deep emotions in the memories. There is always some pain in my heart! So I always think of the pain, and those instant moves seem to be infected. Now I just rely on a feeling, perhaps the expectation of happiness, perhaps the expectation of sunshine, shallow happiness and warm sunshine, which is my only scenery now!

Although the memories of the past are like a cage, my emotions can't get in or out, so I can only look at them from a distance. At the moment when the sun pierces into my eyes, I realize that every stop is actually an inner reluctance to give up, and I can't forget those fetters. Those sad days will go away with the dust rising, and I have become a small dust in this residual love, Float with the wind until the dust settles.

I know that the sky I once knew is still raining, just like my heart has been wet for several years. When I think of the sun, I still decide to lose it in the illusory and beautiful sun. Under the blue sky, there are vicissitudes of time and space. Suddenly, a voice sounded softly, quietly telling my thoughts, euphemism, sadness, and my ethereal whole time, And you are the main melody, almost no accompaniment, just like the naked sadness in the sun.

Perhaps, some people can only secretly recall it! Our story has long been destined to end and become a memory, but time is still going on, and those fragmented memories can only hover in my mind. My love has turned into helplessness in time, fallen into the dust of years, turned into decay, and finally turned into a micron of sunshine, scattered in the wind, and finally disappeared.

Embarked on this lonely journey and retained the wonderful of my life. When I was lonely, I would look for warmth. When the line of the kite in my hand was broken, it was like a breeze blowing, retaining the traces of missing. Who can see through my smiling face? In fact, there should be many people like me! They often use their strong appearance to cover up their inner vulnerability. Who knows the real meaning behind their smile?

At the moment, the sunset has also lost its most gorgeous clothes. How can it make up for the regret left when it can't return to the beginning? Time has spread over the treetops and dyed green dead leaves. I can't help feeling the rapid flow of time. Fleeting years are like water. Your smile is just in full bloom in my heart. Prosperity is like a play. It has ended. Some people and some feelings can't be traced back.