Chapter 9: You who are singing in the wind and the moon
In one direction, the goddess of the starry sky in the blue sky is still charming and slender, and in the moving and shy expression, there is the silent sound of the zĂ i, the familiar silent sound, the music emperor of the joyless, and the resolute and stubborn Tianjiao Dragon. "Dragon, what's wrong with you?"
The starry sky drizzle gently swept down, looking around the entire interstellar like a silver illusion, I don't understand what happened to the music emperor, the silent sound trembled in the heart of the starry sky goddess, and a kind of heart was torn to pieces and then churned.
"Two hearts that have no complaints are breaking day by day, so it is a beautiful relief to escape from Xu! ă
Like the goddess of the starry sky in the next world, her beautiful eyes flashed, the space was like the beating of water waves, a ripple, like running into the sea of stars, and the goddess of the starry sky passed through the water-like space in front of her.
"How beautiful love is, how cruel life is, the danger of seeing and not seeing is always there, and the slightest carelessness will destroy people and disappear. â
Note: There are a lot of worries, and I have no intention of saying more. Haha! The days are flying, and it's really a race against time
Review the old saying: Lost and lost again and again will see yourself clearly, the outlet of pain is in the heart, in the heart! The eternal innocent stamen disappears in the deepest part of the flowers, farewell to the pure time, farewell to the sorrow of spring and autumn.
Where have you been? Where have you been? I don't believe I can't call you back.
You in the fantasy tetralogy of strange books in the online world, you who compete for the peak on the Hanging Heaven Ding, you who lie on your back on the tropical islands in Southeast Asia, you who refuse to admit defeat even if you die, you who are proud of the boundless and endless, you who gallop like the wind by the blue lake of the inner lake, you who are not dead under the cliff of Mount Tai, you who leap into the sky, you who sing in the wind and the moon, you who are lonely in the avenue, you who linger in many colors, ah!
Listening to RodS-tewart's Every-Beat-Of-My-Heart (To be continued......)