After that, the quiet night
Are there still wandering poets singing in a ethereal voice
once
Wandering around the curved eyebrows caressed by fingertips
Those warm breaths
Who has ever struck the strings with all his heart
After that, the fuzzy wings
Are there still deep and unforgettable dark flowers blooming in the void
once
A blind angel wandering in the deep sea
Dive into the forest castle and the sad song
Who has carefully picked crickets leaf by leaf
After that, the cold Bodhi
Is there still a flickering fragrance that blows away the dust
once
The departed person waiting on the post road with a veil covering his face
Buddha smoke lingers at the bottom of the tree, endless dusk
Who has ever carefully searched for it petal by petal
After this, the half-closed soft eyes
Is there still a smile as charming as the green mountains
once
Across the three rivers, the fireworks scattered, the sailboat sank, the floating clouds were at the end of the water and sky
Who has carefully painted each scene
Then, I erased my memory bit by bit
Who has silently plucked the purple locust tree on the shore
Let the breeze blow away a shadow in the setting sun
I only hear the sigh of walking lightly without dreams
It was a very deep night, and my emotions were on the edge of confusion.
People are clearly sleepy, but staying awake is a habit that cannot be changed. They let their hearts wander aimlessly in the lonely sound, wondering who is humming the dreamless song that has not been passed down through the generations.
Many years ago, I asked myself, what do you want
The answer is, I want to be pampered, to be cared for, to have the freedom to fly, and I also want the other person to honestly say that he loves me. Any hesitation that is caused by not letting go of one's pride and thinking over and over again will lead to disappointment.
Many years later, ask yourself, what do you want
I don't remember where it came from, but when a man says he wants to marry you, it's the greatest compliment to a woman. My memory is faint but I still remember when I took off the first ring? Now I don't know where I put it.
I used to think that I knew exactly what I wanted. From being ignorant to going through life and death trials, I finally understood, but in fact, I had never been clear about it.
I don’t know if that kind of confusion is because after so many years, I still have nothing in my hands.
This reminds me of a time when a woman named An said: If you love someone, you must love him now and never think about loving him in the future.
I truly realized this truth after I made a serious mistake in my youth that I will never forget.
The breakup happened suddenly, leaving no room for maneuver and no way out. It was only after many years that I realized how impulsive and decisive I was at that time. I finally regretted it deeply, but I no longer have the chance to apologize.
The profound lesson has followed me for half my life, lingering in dreams and reality.
What do you want? The consciousness dragged into the edge of sleep by Zhou Gong is unwilling to seriously pick and choose, and does not know what you want. If you insist on giving an answer, then perhaps, some things always return to the starting point again and again in a cycle.
Maybe it is because they want to be pampered, to be cared for, to have the freedom to fly inside someone's chest, and they also want the other person to say emotionally in their ear over and over again: I can't live without you, you are the only one who will never change in my life.
Perhaps those years in between were wasted, and now I have returned to my original nature.
All I want is to be as simple as before.
It’s dark outside the curtains, and there’s no moon in the window.
The night is really deep, very deep.