I said: Hello, good night

The clouds have gone, the sky has forgotten to say goodbye, the day has gone, the night has forgotten to say good night, the leaves are falling, and the branches are swinging to commemorate their beauty. Everything is so reluctant, everything, just want to have, things are right and wrong, changing every day, don't know how to hug, don't know how to commemorate everything that has passed away, grass grows and Orioles fly, flowers bloom and fall, understand who the flowers bloom for, encounter who the flowers fail for, just walk and stop, and then embrace every inch of the air you have.

Flowers bloom, fall, wither, fail and turn into spring mud. It is the warmth of reluctant roots. It is moved by nature. At the edge of the field, large tracts of rice seedlings sway with the wind. The lonely Scarecrow keeps watch alone. Is it looking forward to love or playing with sparrows? Maybe it is the bride waiting for its ball and watching with his prince. What keeps watch is happiness.

Always so confused, always don't know how to be in a trance, it's dark, when you forget the brightness of the day, you can't know the fear of darkness, when you forget the heat, you don't know what cold is, when you forget the excitement, what loneliness is.

At night, the stars are bright, blowing the light sand and stone graceful dance music. Looking at the black background, it is the support of the shining stars. The moon is surrounded by the silver edge, and the moonlight enters the house and lingers. I look forward to setting out happily. Watching the shadow of bamboo and cypress is also a good mood, but I can't find it, and sometimes I just yearn for that mood.

When that moment erupted, it seemed to shine its own world. So turbid, so can't see clearly, so elusive, maybe so tired, suddenly found a previous lie, so humble deceived, I don't know, everything is in a mess, inexplicable seconds have to watch time slip away, inexplicable, so endure.

Noisy, listening to chattering words, annoying, quiet music, that heaven and earth, that feeling, whether someone listens to the same song with me at the same time, or even the same sentence, fate, fate comes and goes, just a way of no return, go far, forget the way home!! Looking, looking, missing, the feeling that was still small at that time, maybe forgetting, maybe escaping, and then we left. No one took a souvenir, let go of their hands, no one can hold it, even if it is the breath of the past, let go, don't regret, deep, is it night? Or your eyes, can't figure it out, can't forget, that feeling, so there is, recalling, forgetting!

I always want to carry my bag on my back and go out for a short hike. It doesn't need to be too far. There are few people and I can be quiet. I suddenly find that I don't want to go out alone. It's not a good habit to stay in bed in my pajamas all weekend. Watching people who like and hate go in and out, I seem to be really lazy, but I always struggle in my heart. Do I want to go out? It's late at night, But unwilling to sleep is not really unable to sleep, it is unwilling. People are really strange animals. They can't wake up and still don't sleep. It feels cool and comfortable to touch your arms, especially when you wrap the quilt. It feels warm and happy. Your eyes are sleepy. It's time to go to bed. Good night. Small warmth, short happiness.