How many sad and sad things passed through his eyes, the fat man turned on the music very loudly, roaring about the injustice of heaven and earth, he in the bottom society, and I staggered by, and each other was each other's passers-by.

I am like the eyes of death, as if I have long ceased to exist, exist and not exist, continue to ride my little red gallop by, my wonder is the color of loneliness, my helplessness is the color of pure white, my love is the color of withering, my departure is the color of detachment.

How many emotions poured into my heart, becoming numb and blank. The pressure of city life is money, the fog locks the emptiness of the empty city, remembers the falling flowers and flowing water in the city, and should pity the presumptuous flowers that think of spring all day long. Now, the poor man who overlooks the mountain of gold has been added, a new journey of war, the fallen god.

The king of love put pen to paper, but he couldn't leave the world and was eclipsed. Mu Long's love, which ranks first on the list of cosmic love letters, is lonely and beautiful, a lonely shadow looking at the heart, the red dust that sinks in time and space, the red dust has love, love is there, shining in the heart, although subtle but not extinguished, the undying love dissipates in the long years towards the evening.

Mu Long's love, the road of confusion, the resentful woman in the deep palace, the dead end, the foolish record of the red dust, the noble lady who went to the slight, the lonely entry into the country, the contradictory enlightenment, the past and the future are foggy, clear the fog and meet the road of no return, there is no way back, everything is over, my enthusiasm and you are cool, the spring animal that does not get angry easily. You need my protection, I forgot what it is, and they are all transitioning, transitioning, transitioning in their respective heavens and earths.

The philosopher got up, the time is gone, the appearance is not worn, don't be tempted, there is no loveliness, if there is nowhere to hide even the sorrow in the night, and the flowers are shy on the closed moon, it is the half of the sky that cannot be captured! See you in a dream.

Don't lose easily if you are intoxicated, face the deep sink directly, but please don't come to the loneliness, the season is written in the summer clothes, the silent face of spring is snuggling, there is no taste of flowers, only the imagination of beautiful life comfort, never wither!

The isolated Mu Long does not mean that you can be isolated if you want to, and sometimes it will be dusty, even if it is only a short vacancy.

Mu Long got up, and in the sound of time, it was like scattering in the two statues, the unknown world, Mu Long's eyes saw the time and space far away, the distant author.

The author borrowed from the void, the scroll of the earth is a four-part trilogy, penetrating the galactic prohibition, penetrating the pantheon, penetrating the distant time, passing through the world and passers-by, and penetrating to my love, oh, my heart, broken!

When I came home late last night, I saw a fat man riding a motorcycle trailer on the road, and there was a music player at the foot of the motorcycle trailer, and when the red light came, he put the music very loudly, it should be a pop song, it should be a recent song, it should be his heart, he likes this song.

I don't know what kind of song it is, I listened to it a little closely, and it was indeed a pop song, a standard pop song, a kind of touching song, but I didn't sympathize with him, I saw him, and I sympathized with myself, because I used to be the king of music. (To be continued......)