I only ate one meal a day for nearly a month, and I remember it as an author.

Try to forget what memories are, and forget yourself at the end of the day.

On the road where the cherry blossoms fell to the ground, the hidden and secluded music emperor didn't want to be too involved in the world at all. A person walks on the path of broken flowers, breathing the taste of forgetfulness in the blue plains surrounded by mountains.

A shadow is like a transparent wind, piercing out of the body of the music emperor, and leaving the body with joy and sorrow.

On the top floor of a hundred-story building, surrounded by the faces of smiling and indifferent Westerners, the music emperor's hand was attached to the fence, and the magic music gradually disappeared into the city.

Rising to the sky, standing in the galaxy space like a god, the violent climate space suddenly became extremely quiet, and the life of the galaxy began to emit a sad taste, resonating with the world's sorrow!

The origin of music is not joy, but the art of extreme sorrow, and only tragedy can give birth to music. The power of sorrow, the martial arts of sorrow, the feeling of sorrow, the music emperor once again stepped into another time and space, looking at the magic head on the eternal monument, standing in the vast universe.

The sad forgetful person after the three changes in the spirit, looking at the music emperor in the hidden world, the pure spirit, forgetting the artistic conception, forgetting who he is, who is who is not important, the important thing may be his way, the road of loneliness.

I accidentally remembered that "maybe the word is commonly used, maybe I don't think about it too much, maybe it's coming, maybe it's gone, maybe it's love!" Maybe I don't love it, maybe I'm busy, maybe I'm unhappy, maybe I'm married, maybe I'm empty, maybe you're lazy like me, maybe you're laughing at me, maybe you're ruthless, maybe I'm ruthless, ha! ”

Maybe I forgot, I forgot to tell her that the human race on the earth is like this, and it will be in the possibility for a lifetime. Perhaps it can only be so that they are destined for each other, and such several existences are the same joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and the difference is the degree of thought.

Qing and Zeng Pu's "Sea of Flowers" "Ten thousand lights blow the flute road, and the stars gamble on the wine day in five nights." ”

"Petal Rain" lyrics: Wang Zhongyan, song: Tong Ange

"How long can you love someone?Where is the end of heartache?Losing you will only fall in the wind.

Your lies are like tears, dazzling but heartbreaking, the petals rain fall behind you, and if you lose your love, you will only fall in the wind. A rain of petals fell behind me. ”

"Love and Sorrow" lyrics: Huang Qingyuan, music: Tong Ange.

"I never looked back in the wind and rain, I just wanted to get used to loneliness. If you don't have me in your dreams, can you stop being sad?

Love is not a sin, hate is not a relief, love and sorrow are like a glass of wine to me, beautiful and unbearable.

How long can you get drunk with a cigarette and a glass of wine? When I wake up, it's still me.

I don't want to look back when I walk in the wind and rain, can I stop being sad!

(The world is busy, and the ruthlessness writes more!) From reading the knowledge that only those who have endured hardships and lacked money know that they cherish the 2 words, so they abandon themselves again and again, and struggle again and again, just to break out of the cocoon and be reborn in the beautiful realm. I haven't been in pain, how do I know it's so beautiful, lighting a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee is already my greatest satisfaction in the world) (to be continued......)