The autumn wind flickers with no tiredness. When can I stand in front of you and forget the lingering in front of you. The endless missing is too sticky, and the memories of flowing fingers are too shallow. Dandelion gurgling on the fragrance of rice, flowers and butterflies in the bamboo fence Shanshan. The traces of light and shadow are left, turning into wrong mottles, which are fully mottled in the disabled light. There is no appearance at all. But I am a lone ranger, without long hair and dancing long arms. All I had was the empty hands and the dark devil-like road, waiting to devour me at a certain intersection. I didn’t choose to scream, let it tear me up, tear me up, scattered all over the floor. There is no sound, and there is no calm. I am still walking in time and will not look back.

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