The sun covered the bay window, turned over a book that I loved to read, washed a cup of warm fragrant coffee or milk tea, and pressed a single cycle song, the whole room was quiet and warm. And I, just lazily leaning on the window, do not read, do not look, do not think, let the time diffuse.
Do not know where you are, is the same with me, there is a blue sky, there is warm sunshine?
I love this time, just like the smile of sunshine that has already filled my heart. When I look up, I see your gentle face. Such Qing Huan made me think often. Is it even if I am old at the moment? I am also grateful. I will not be wronged or blamed. I am still quiet and still gentle.
Like a song, single cycle; like a paragraph of text, repeated reading. It was only because she had some feeling of deep soul. Touching just a little bit, it is like encountering one another, listening to and moving across space, time and distance. However, everything is incomplete. In time, if it is so clear and affectionate, those lonely nights, and the uncompromising strength, let it go.
It is always difficult to find a peace in the world. I was fortunate that I was not too vulgar in my own world. I could do what I wanted to do and live a life that I was still happy about. In this time of miss, you can give yourself a quiet heart, find no complaints in quiet, not alone.
In such a quiet world, you can soar, let you roll, let you go. In the text, you can say joy and sorrow, you can sue to parting; you can cry, you can laugh; you can walk, you can stop; let Tiangao fly, let the sea jump. Words, in fact, are the banishment of the soul. When it is lonely and silent, it encounters words, and it will attach itself to some thoughts, expressions, or precipitation, or scorn. In music, flowing along with music, it gives too much emotion, and without knowing it can make people indulge in silence. At this moment, my thoughts in the pursuit of words and music become soft, quiet, and become intoxicated.
Take a warm sun and sip coffee. Ren Shiguang glided through the fingers, respectively, will always usher in a beautiful encounter. At this moment, only looking at the blue sky and blue water outside the window, the wind is light, not quiet, not exhausted.
I'm already happy. This peaceful beauty, which is not written or painted, is already poetic. Feel the sunshine, the words, the feelings brought by the music, like it, and see your gentle face again, deep in my thoughts, to create a warm flower…