A song, a person, a story

The past can never be returned, the years grow old, we grow old, life is still, but not eternal, listening to the songs we used to hum, but we can't feel the traces of the past. For a long time, quietly flipping through a book, but so carelessly, I found that what I once liked to do, I can't do now.

Sometimes I sit alone and feel empty and blank, as if I have experienced the vicissitudes of time and the feelings of time, but I am still alone.

Always repeating different words on paper, but not finding the real you in the words, sometimes feeling ridiculous, sometimes feeling funny, always being able to do anything, but not being able to do anything, neither sad, nor indifferent.

We always forget time and lose ourselves, so youth loses its joy, smiles become tears, and we learn to save for a rainy day, holding time in our hands as we grow old.

A song a story a sad paragraph will also remind you of the memory of a past and a memory of the person

The next world away from the empty red face

Who would believe

Raindrops will turn into a cup of coffee

Seeds will blossom into gorgeous roses

The lonely journey

Beautiful writing

is a one-way date

After getting close and knowing each other

Each one flying away

How much I want you to come closer

My heart

To bear the confession of my heart together

On the road of life

You and I follow each other closely

After loving and hating

I'll face it alone

The drizzle is flying

Wet the gloomy heart drunk

The road is long

Along with my tiredness

My heart is always inquiring

Perfection in my own life

Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect and dry

I never thought coffee would make me

Can't go to sleep

The rose in bloom breaks my heart

Lonely journey will have no one to accompany

It's you, it's me

Creating the perfection between hearts

The drizzle is flying

Wet the gloomy heart drunk

The road is long

With my tiredness

My heart is always inquiring

The perfection of my own life