Eight beds were empty for seven pieces, and the owners had already left. The quilts who were just guarding the empty beds were huddled up, praying for their loved ones and sobbing for a good night. People who love each other should really get bored with each other and make an appointment for thousands of years. Burning a cigarette, the scarlet cigarette butt quietly burned the time, floating the smoke of the ending. Deep or shallow taste, smoke will eventually flow into the lungs, blending with the turbid air in the chest, lingering and lingering. A wisp of light blue smoke tore open the air, swirling and spinning in the air, like a bird in love with home, looking for the memory of going far away. The smoke bumped together one after another, rubbing the thick air, revealing the coldness. Then, one by one dispersed, blurred in the broken dream of sunshine. The female voice outside the window was still laughing loudly, turning into a broken wind biting the hazy eyelids. The beautiful moment in the dream quietly melted into the quilt. That was her love, burning my old dream. The dream of two people only made one’s love. Quilt, still lazy to sleep, not looking for marginal breath, old dream. The Red Lips of cigarette butts were in love with each other in the ashtray, leaving black kiss marks and empty cigarette butts. That was her love and broken dream. Unfortunately, the corners of her mouth were sweet, but she didn’t remember my dream, hollow love; What was sighing was that she fell asleep quietly, but melancholy her love, solid dream. The love between two people only turns into one’s dream.

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