Every city has an entrance to the night
Though the night falls and the heart is like water
But to truly enter the center of the night
You need to find that entrance
The crossing where emotions meet, looking back at the oasis that was once there
Gently wave your hand, shake your head
Knocking open the The moment we open the door
You and I are already in the center of the night
"Thousand Miles - SD...
One day, there will be no me in your memoryOne day, there will be no me in your memory
One day, there will be no more people in your ears saying annoying, annoying.
No more people being stubborn about always being right, no more people being rude and snapping at you.
No more people bargaining with you for a few more minutes on the phone, no more people clamoring for kisses and hugs before they hang up.
Would you be sad if such a me disappeared?
One day, your text message inbox will no longer be filled with pathetic comments about the minutes and seconds until you get home.
No more people saying viciously that if you don't talk to me again I'm going to punch you in the face.
No more pouting that you're nasty and you're bad.
No more remorseful blaming yourself for doing something wrong.
No more babbling,
No more booing,
No more meekly obeying you at times, and then suddenly yelling and snapping at you.
Would you be lost if you lost such a me?
One day, your imagination is no longer someone either late at night or during the day sitting at the computer waiting for you to come home, waiting for the time when you can call you, such a me left, you will miss me?
To that day, I still want you to have a little bit of sadness, a little bit of loss, a little bit of thinking about me, as long as there is a little bit of memory about me, really just a little bit of good.
One day, you open the computer, my avatar became gray forever, do not say that I do not keep promises, is that I feel tired, tired, and really hurt.
One day, you do not have me in your life, please remember my good to you, my willfulness, stubbornness; my tolerance, care.
My unbounded childish words, my crazy words, silly words, words said with tears when I was sad and sighs when I was helpless.
But you have to remember, although we are in different corners of the earth, but we have the same piece of blue sky on our heads, the same piece of green grass under our feet, and breathe the same air, maybe we can find your flavor here.
One day, there is no more me in your memory,
Don't forget every minute and every second we are together,
Don't forget what I like, what I hate, what I feel is happiness and what is pain.
And I won't forget a single slice of your memory no matter what, what you were used to, what you resented.
What it is to feel happy and what it is to feel sad.
There is no such thing as fairness in the world of relationships, and I won't count on it, because the time we spent together will be the most beautiful memory of my life.
I also want you to remember what you promised me, promised me what, but I'm not good, not good, do not keep promises, I did not wait for you to completely forget, and then left when you are happy; did not accompany you to the end of the pain, did not wait for you to be truly happy, and then fled.
One day, when you no longer have me in your life, you must not remember my existence, my traces, because I am afraid that you will be lost, sad, and miss me.
It's all not because you like me, love me, but get used to my daily calls, my daily messages, my nonsense, my dependence on you.
When a person is used to the existence of another person in his life, even if there is no liking or love, he will still feel lost, a little sad, and will miss him.
Although I am a person who likes to be jealous, has a big temper, is overbearing, and even more intolerant of the person I like loving someone else.
But I still hope that you live better than me, and hope to see you happy every day.
One day your past life and this life no longer have me, when the original is not too strong when I face this moment, I'm not sure what will happen to me?
And you will still be you, will you see me hiding in a corner with bitter remorse?
Will you feel me by your side all the time?
Though I won't be able to comfort you when you're sighing, I won't be able to accompany you when you're sad, and I won't be able to accompany you when you're heartbroken.
Once I did all this, you have not noticed, have not seen, your memories, your life, your world no longer have me when I know more clearly so that when you will not have a little sad, a little lost, a little think of me, a little bit about any memory of me.
When the day comes, it is I am really desperate, really heartbroken, really tired.
Because there were too many times when I was pretending, although I always pretended that I didn't care, but did I really not care?
And you? Would care about everything about me? But I will blame myself and hate myself for being the one who doesn't keep his promises.
I promised I would never leave you at any time.
You said to me that you didn't know what would happen to you if I left you one day.
I understand, in fact, it's all my bad, I should not let you live, life, there is my existence, I should be a silent wait for your lover, silently bear everything, secretly wait for you, think of you.
But I showed everything everything, you know, clear, understand, and finally moved, but I left.
"A Thousand Miles - far...
How far is the farthest distance in the world?
The farthest distance in the world
It's not the distance between life and death
It's that I'm standing in front of you and you don't know that I love you
The farthest distance in the world
It's not that I'm standing in front of you and you don't know that I love you
It's that you love so much that you are infatuated, but you can't say that you love me
The farthest distance in the world
is not that I can't say I love you. >It's not that I can't say I love you
It's that I think about you so much that it hurts but I can only bury it deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say that I think about you
It's that we love each other but can't be together
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that we love each other but can't be together
It's that we know that love is invincible but pretend that we don't know what's going on.
The furthest distance in the world
is not the distance between trees
it's the distance between branches that grow from the same root, but can't hold on to each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
is not the distance between branches that can't hold on to each other
It's the distance between stars that look at each other, but don't have a path that crosses them
The furthest distance in the world
is the distance between the world's stars, but can't hold on to each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world
isn't the paths of the stars
it's the distance between the stars that meets, but is nowhere to be found in a flash
The furthest distance in the world
isn't the distance between the stars that meets, but is not to be found in a flash
it's the distance between a fish and a bird
The furthest distance in the world
is the distance between a fish and a bird
The distance between a fish and a bird is not to be found in a flash, but is not to be found in a flash.
One is in the sky, while the other dives to the bottom of the sea
cry...
Turn around and cry in pain
One turn around and there's a break in the emotion ........
One turn, maybe a century .....
One turn, you and I meet again, whether, we will go back to the old days ......
Loneliness on the left bank, sadness on the right bank, love you on the other side of the bank is hurt, love still, shallow singing and whispering, turn around, but can not go far .......
The love and attachment through the red dust, love deep, love cut, love, is a song that will never be finished singing, a from the ancient to the present day to sing the beautiful flashes, women are always eager to be pampered, eager to be pampered, there are a lot of emotions can not be expressed in words, I'm on you is also the case, the heart is like a net, there are thousands of knots.
Cold incense floating in the dust, there is a smell of love in the dispersion, that is my most hung up on your breath, why turn around, but also with your shadow, surrounded by your temperature to be surrounded by, I struggle to identify the direction, I do not know if I turned around, or want to catch you more tightly, feel the heart is very painful pain, in a trance, turned around, the dream is still, stayed in that old time, as if thinking, seems to be in the Waiting for what ......
In the loneliness and think of you, no, because I want you to feel the loneliness, you should also be lonely now, in the sadness of waiting for you, we are always wandering in, very close and very far between such a distance.
In my loneliness and added a lot of tears, each tear, are I want to say to you to listen to the words of the heart, in fact, I had imagined that I turned around, you will call me, you will regret not to keep me, so I was heartbroken to you, for fear that you can not see me, sadness, and for fear that you, alone, a person to face the long night, for fear that you because you can not find me, and frustration, so, turn around, I quietly stay with you. After that, I quietly stay behind you, to accompany you through one after another difficult moments of life.
Sometimes I'm thinking let me turn into a rain of love in the sky, follow you to the end of the world, the corner of the sea, do your shadow, follow you, it turns out, after the turn, the oath is still in .....
Heartache, but just that a touch of memory that can not be forgotten, that is like a flower blossom like momentary tenderness, although very short, but will drift with us for a lifetime, it turns out that everyone will have such a tender landscape deep inside, through the years, are growing in the heart of a hidden place, outsiders can not see, only here belongs to the real themselves.
Turning around, a usual action, but, for some people, it is a life-changing destiny, there are no special circumstances, is not a necessity, it will not be easy for someone to choose such a life-long unforgettable action.
Some fragments, fragmented, some images, such as yesterday just happened in front of the eyes can not bear to leave, a top of mauve oil-paper umbrella, like a lonely lilac flowers, lonely in the depths of the rainy alley to move, the flowers fell in tears, decorated with red all over the ground, the day also fell in tears, the raindrops is its tear droplets, the raindrops like the heart of the spring can not be stopped, rain, but also down in the heart.
Originally, turn around, is so painful ......
Pain is a kind of longing for the spread of the emotion of hopelessness, I would like to tell you, but, I turned around, want to you, but can not tell you, I have to be so silent and look out of the window, let the red dust to come and go, love such as fireworks, gorgeous and brief, I can only tearful I can only watch them open, fall away, beautiful, and then, lonely.
Pain is a kind of unspeakable thoughts, turn around, is in order to no longer miss, but, turn around is a kind of more heartbreaking more miss, very painful kind of feeling, spreading, spreading ......
Love: is not over will not come again .......
Love: is not let go, everything will return to the former .......
Love: is it too much care, but can not hold each other's hands .......
Love: Is it not as perfect as we imagined .......
Love: is it not possible to start over ........
Love: after love turns around, will the thoughts remain as old?
Turning around, I cried in pain ........
The Thousand Miles-Heartbeat-Frequency-Radio
Is the distance between the sound and the ear close or far?
Heartbeat and frequency of heartbeat, is it fast or slow?
In times of loneliness, I will always hold the radio, as long as there is a sound echoing in my ears, I will not be lonely and isolated.
Our inner world is like a radio with different frequencies. The radio listens to the different frequencies of the radio station and will emit different sounds. When we encounter happy things, we will laugh; when we encounter sad things, we will cry. As we grow up, we slowly learn to put away our emotions.
But our heartbeat rate doesn't change ......
Every day, we meet a lot of people, and each of them has his or her own heartbeat rate, some fast, some slow.
Sometimes, we meet people whose heart beats faster than our own, so we try to catch up with their heart rate. At that time, we have a deer in the arms, full of moving ......
Sometimes, we meet people whose heart beats slower than our own, so they try to catch up with our heart rate. At that time, we are vain and uninterested ......
Until one day, the encounter of rubbing shoulders, the eternity of the moment, the beauty of the quiet ......
I heard your heartbeat, you feel my heartbeat, they are so in sync , not a beat too fast, not a beat too slow,
Originally, it turns out that you are also here ......
Everyone has their own frequency, sadness, happiness, will not change. Just stay true to your radio, check the channel, and hope that the sound that comes out is the happiest sound.
Fish Memories
Is it a happy thing to live in water?
This moment ......
The world stood still for me, so still that there was only a heartbeat ......
There's nothing to forget and nothing to remember... ...
Someone once told me: fish have a memory of only 7 seconds, after 7 seconds, they won't remember the past, and everything will be new again, so they will never be bored in that tiny fish tank. So in that little tank, they will never be bored, because after 7 seconds, every place they swim through becomes a new world again. They can live forever in freshness.
Rather be a fish that forgets everything once 7 seconds have passed. The people I once met, the things I once did can all go up in smoke ......
But I'm not a pike, I can't forget the people I've loved, I can't forget the bitterness of attachment, I can't forget the pain of lovesickness. We can't be free fish in this life
How long can you love someone?
If I were a fish, I could love you for 7 seconds, and after 7 seconds I fall in love with you again
I am blinking, are you?
While I'm blinking, are you okay?
It turns out that fish also have pain when they miss.
Being a fish, you can freely shed tears for love, and will not be seen to hurt
If, God gives us a chance to be a fish, I hope I can love you for 8 seconds. Because 8 seconds, for a fish's memory, is a lifetime (a lifetime, a lifetime ......)
Walking to the left Walking to the right
(AV- Gigi Leung)
If you try to walk in the other direction, you may find that everything, completely different ......
(Narrator-Tao)
The labyrinthine city makes one accustomed to seeing the same sights, taking the same routes, and going to the same destinations; habit makes one's life no longer change. Habit gives one an inexplicable sense of security, yet an inexplicable loneliness. And you never know what your habits will make you miss.
That year's winter was particularly cold, and the whole city was shrouded in damp rain． Gray skies, delayed sunshine,
Let a person feel inexplicably frustrated, often walking in the street there is an impulse to tears．．．．
Female: She lives in an old apartment building on the outskirts of the city, and every time she goes out, no matter where she goes, she always walks to the left first
Male: He lives in an old apartment building on the outskirts of the city, and every time he goes out, no matter where he goes, he always walks to the right first
Female: On October 15th, the sunlight was covered by the clouds that kept passing by, and the light in the house was bright and dim. flickered, and he never met her.
Male: October 28th, the weather was sunny. He hadn't been having a very good time lately, and occasionally played the violin at night in the city's upper class restaurants to make a little extra money.
Female: November 7 The weather is cloudy and wet, with a faintly melancholy mood when winter comes.
Male: November 11 A cold wind begins to blow in the afternoon, and sometimes he feels empty and powerless.
Female: November 19th The winter sun pulls the shadows so long, she is used to walking to the left, he is used to walking to the right, they never meet.
Male: November 23rd The sky darkens very quickly, it is dark before five o'clock, he is translating a tragic novel, which often makes him feel that the world is gray．
Female: December 2 Heavy clouds moved slowly in the distance. When she wasn't working, she liked to wander into town for a cup of coffee, walk the streets, look at the passing pedestrians, and talk to the wild cats on the side of the road.
Female: December 2 The clouds were moving slowly in the distance.
Male: The sun came out on December 10th, but the house felt especially humid． Sometimes she feels that life is boring．
Female: December 20 It seems like it's going to rain again．Like most people in the city，they will never know each other in their lives，but they live together all the time． ．．．．
(Narrator - Tao)
So one day they met in front of the fountain in the park． They were like long lost lovers. They spent a happy and sweet afternoon. The first time they met was at the end of the day, when the rain started to pour down. They left each other's phone numbers in a hurry and parted in the rain in a hurry．
Woman: He still walks to the right ........
Man: She still walks to the left ........
(Narrator-Tao)
The heavy rain drenched their hearts, but their hearts were warm.
The night was a night of excitement and insomnia for both of them ......
It rained and dripped all night．
But there are always many accidents in life,
The kite in your hand can suddenly break its strings.
This is the first time I've ever seen a kite in my hand.
Woman: December 23rd The cold front is coming, and the temperature in the morning is so low that I can't stand it.
Man: December 24th It's raining on Christmas Eve.
(Narrator-Tao)
Don't dare to go anywhere for fear of missing any phone call .......
Looking at the blurry handwriting, making wrong call after wrong call .......
Female: December 31st Temperatures were chilly, cold air masses lingered, and the rain continued to fall ........
(Narrator-Tao)
They were too frustrated to sleep． Cheers of countdown readings in front of City Hall Plaza came over the radio． And so another year passed ......
Days went by and no one was meeting anyone．
Walking in the crowd, I miss the sweet but short meeting.
In this familiar and unfamiliar city, helplessly looking for a strange and familiar figure.
The mood is low for no reason, and I feel some inexplicable sadness about my loneliness.
Man: Is she still in this city? Or did she leave a long time ago?
The rainy days remind me of him. How can she disappear in this city without a word?
(Narrator-Tao)
But they had teased the same yellow kitten, petted the same stray dog,
heard the same crow cawing in the morning when the sunlight was weak．
Kissed the same baby．
The sound of the fiddle coming from next door sounds so sad ......
Female: I remember today seems to be her birthday, I wonder where she is now.
The memories are getting fuzzy, and I almost suspect that the afternoon when I met love never happened at all.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who was in love with her.
Decided to leave the cold city.
Traveling to a sunny place．
Man: He still used to walk to the right．
Female: She is still used to going left．
(Narrator - Wave)
That winter was particularly cold,
and the whole city was shrouded in a damp rain.
The city was in the middle of the winter, and the city was in the middle of the winter, and the city was in the middle of the winter.
The gray skies and the delayed sunshine
made people feel inexplicably depressed,
Often when walking down the street, there is an urge to shed tears
But winter always passes, and spring will always come. ．．．．
Angel Angle
Angel is a messenger of God who has all the magical powers of the gods.
He can live forever, he can go anywhere he wants to go, and he can live his life without having to wear himself out like a mortal.
But he had wings, but he could not feel the breeze on his cheeks; he defied the storm, but he could not feel the warmth; he was close to his beloved, but he could not smell his hair.
It is fate to come in a thousand miles just to wait for loss.
We defiantly fight for something, it is so easily taken away by fate, we can only bear the arrangement of heaven, although such an arrangement, so that we are in tears, heartbroken, yet no regrets for the brief encounter! This brief encounter, so that we can tell to heaven the beauty of the world.
The sun rises behind the dark blue mountains, and the gentle sea rushes to the beach in layers. Angels stood wordlessly in the scenery, their black scarves fluttering in the wind ......
This is the earth, and this is the city of angels!
Memories: Memories settle in time
Time disappears in memories
Touch is numb in repetition
We repeat ourselves in numbness
Love promises between fingers
Fingers intertwine in love
Not struggling to have it
Having it is remembering in the struggle
There's no need for a new one, but it's a new one. p>The sound of waves: Behind the floating light, the edge of the city's lonesome, there is me, at this moment, the end of the sky, gradually burned to ashes, the city's night sky there is a voice in the darkness of the ...... night, never a self-contained world, just behind every light, there is a warm face, and those melodies that you passed away ......
The music gives the feeling that the night, as it turns out, is warm. The sun disappeared at the end of the road, the lights lit a night feast, the wind, the rain, listen to the sound of the waves ......
A nap in the lake , where she befriended a freshwater fish.
The fish said:You are so beautiful, I think I like you.
The water said:Fool, that's just a good feeling.
The fish said:Really, I won't lie to you.
The water said:I don't believe in love at first sight.
Day by day, the fish's feelings for the water are getting stronger and stronger.
The fish said: I like to be with you.
The water said:That's because I thought you had already adapted to me.
The fish said: I like your flavor.
The water said:That's because you are used to my presence. A few days later, the water had to continue its journey.
The fish said:I can't live without you.
The water said:You will forget me in a few days.
The fish said:No, I will not fall in love with anyone other than you.
The water said:That's because you haven't met anyone other than me.
The fish said:You are all I have.
The water said:You are not my only one.
The fish said:What are you after?
The water said:Only the warm bosom of the sea is my only one.
The fish said:Can't you stay for me?
The water said:No, once I stop, I will become stagnant, and I will never be able to see the sea.
The fish said:Then can we go side by side?
The water said:You will never catch up with me.
The fish said:Can you wait a little for me?
The water said:I just like to run and run.
The fish said:No matter what, I will swim with you to the sea.
The water said:Don't be silly, you're just a freshwater fish.
The fish said:I don't want you to face the wind and waves alone.
The water said:I won't appreciate you for that.
The fish said:I don't want to earn your gratitude, I just want to be with you.
The water said:You know I can't be in love with you.
The fish said:But you can't exploit my right to love you.
The water said:You will only harm yourself.
The water and the fish passed a big river and the fish was only half alive.
The fish said:I don't know how much longer I can stay with you.
The water said:Go back, this day is not for you.
The fish said:No, I won't give up even at the last second.
The water said:You are so stupid that you have lost yourself.
The fish said:Then can you try to accept the love of a fool?
The water said:You know very well that my heart has long been occupied by the sea.
The fish said:Why? Can't you always try to love me?
The water said:I only believe that the sea is the only one for me.
The fish and the water passed a big river, and the fish had only a quarter of its life left
The fish said:What will you do if one day I am no longer here?
The water said:I would be sad and sorry.
The fish said:And what if the sea is no longer there?
The water said:I would be heartbroken and would die with him.
The fish said:Is it possible that our time together is no better than a phantom?
The water said: no feelings together is just a superfluous memory.
The fish said:What about the sea, are you sure he will fall in love with you?
Water said:He is my lifelong dream, I will not give up.
The fish was speechless, and silently walked with the water the rest of the distance, and finally, they reached the sea.
Water saw her sea, but she was not the only one in the sea, yes, the sea has a big heart,
so big that it can accommodate Shirakawa to play in his arms, but has no time to care about water.
Water does not want to be one of the many beauties around the sea, she decided to leave,
Then, she remembered the fish, and the fish is dying.
The fish said: I saw the sea, he is so handsome, only he is worthy of you.
The water said:But I find him floundering.
The fish said:Don't worry, one day the sea will find you and fall in love with you.
The water said:Maybe I I am really wrong.
The fish said:No,you love the sea so much.
Water said:Once, there was a person who loved me so much, but I ignored it, you said, you said, said you love me, said you want to be with me for the rest of my life.
The fish said: I do not want to give you a promise that can not be honored.
Water said: Why can't you be more selfish?
The fish said:Don't be like this, love you is my right, love me but not your obligation.
Water said:Why am I always so selfish and stubborn? Why didn't I fall in love with you earlier?
The fish said:Don't say that, that way, I will go very uneasy.
The water said:Why are you always so good, so good that I feel ashamed of myself.
The fish said:Forget about me, and find another person who deserves your love.
The water said:Aren't you the most worthy of my love?
The fish said:Don't be silly, I can't be with you in the future.
The water said:I have missed too many days, I can not miss you again.
The fish said:Don't be.
Water said:I'm really in love with you.
The fish said:I am in tears, did you see my happy tears? Oh, I forgot, because I was in the water.
The water said:No! I felt it, because now, you are in my heart.
The fish closed its eyes happily, in the arms of the water.
Hear the sound of your own heart breaking ......
The drift of someone's attachment is not called wandering
The cry of someone's companionship is not called sadness
The sorrow of someone's sharing is not called pain
The happiness of someone's sharing is called bliss
The Thousand Miles - Thousand Miles of Music
The Thousand Miles - Thousand Miles of Music
The Thousand Miles < /p>
Not recognizing pain, nor learning love
The drive of death has not yet lifted the curtain,
Only the earth sings like the wind, celebrating and rejoicing ......
There's a power that is born out of silence,
There's an illusion that is fulfilled in the light and shadow,
There's a wandering that makes us exuberant,
There's a falling that swims in your heart and mine ......
Blue windows, pink platforms, the clouds are dispersing, and we're falling in love
One's blossoming, one's failing, softly red, softly white, and there's no one left to fall in love
Music has a thousand faces and ten thousand styles,
She is crazy, she is stirring, she is romantic, she is silent ......
"A Thousand Miles - Night"
When we grow up with the city, there is a kind of wealth that also fades away
Only when the night falls, it can emerge quietly in people's hearts
It used to be called memories
Each time the years pressed the stamp of conformity on our resumes, there was a kind of sentiment that also receded
Only when the heart was completely quiet did it have the possibility of surging darkly
It used to be called ideals
When we grew up with the outward splendor of the When we swing in the street with the outward splendor, there is a kind of fear that has been quietly planted in the bottom of the heart
It represses and wears down another trait in the instincts
It is only after one failure that it may be reawakened
This trait used to be called courage
Night, we are in the darkened sky, in the lonely lounge chairs, in the cluttered thoughts
The soil smells different from the day, adsorbing the dust of day and releasing the breath of life
Your decision,
in the dark of night, is like a promise to yourself
Let those memories, ideals, and courage, ignite a new journey
Thousand Miles-Night is all a dream
In the sprint of life Suddenly looking back
All the past instantly turned into a warm current
Night and night are dreams Dreams of you will be infected
Day, the curtains are lowered; night, the curtains are rolled up.
Between the curtains, the music dances in the darkness
Suddenly it seems to be still, but it's running forward without stopping
Heard someone say: "The sound of the night is so beautiful that it's distorted."
It's still daytime and nighttime, and I can't do without the music.
It's sad when it's sunny, and sensitive at night.
Tough on the outside, but strong on the inside, and I don't have too much of a need for food.
It's not bad, I've made a lot of friends, and I've been in love a few times
I've got my own cabin, and I'm always trying to catch a shooting star
Mountains aren't lonely, water isn't lonely, and that's why the mountains surround the water
Trees aren't lonely, birds aren't lonely, and that's why the birds live up there
Dreams aren't lonely, hearts aren't lonely, and that's why the dreams hold the hearts
The night isn't lonely, and people aren't lonely, and that's why people don't cry.
"A Thousand Miles - A Graduation Book"
The seasons are still the same, and as I watched your frail back, your delicate fingers disappeared into the crowd, I felt an unspeakable ache in my heart.
That year, I have an agreement with youth, in the season of the phoenix blossom, in the moment of saying goodbye to each other, although it is a hot summer, although it is a forgetful
holidays, but in this year, I did not have the motivation to laugh, and lost the indulgence of the joy of the thousands of miles of graduation album, writing
under the youthful memories of remorselessness.
The cold and silent mind, melting in the hot sun, the sun reveals his never-fading smile, the calendar night is a mood, the calendar night is a
waiting, lingering in the heart of the Linglie winter, in the sunshine memories of the once watery years. This is just an ordinary diary, writing down the mood of parting
In the river of life, there is a ferry, even if you have sailed away from her for a long time and far away, you will still want to go back to this ferry at any time to dock
, to linger to visit the scenery and smell of her, this ferry is called - youth. (Youth Ferry)
All the endings have been written, all the thoughts have departed. When the bell of parting rings softly, we can only hold our faith in the palm of our hand
In the song of walking and cherishing, in the sound of saying goodbye to each other, youth writes another parting for the sake of meeting.
The sound of waves:
Behind the floating light, the edge of the city's lonesome, there is me ......
At this moment, the end of the sky, gradually burned to ashes, the city's night sky has a voice in the dark. Night, never a
Self-contained world, just behind every light, there is a warm face, and the melody of those who have passed ......
Music gives the feeling that the sunlight disappeared at the end of the road, the night, it turned out to be warm. Lights ignite a night feast, the wind, the rain
Listen to the sound of the waves ......