I do have some regrets, thinking about how I endured this heartache just now. I think the moon should be more full. It really shouldn't be like this. But when I calm down and think carefully, it seems that when I slowly think about it and look at her, the moon will also count down. And thinking like this, the previous complaints are not enough. After several counts, it still can't be counted. This really makes people think. But it's better to think about it normally, to think about it normally, and to stop talking. Even though I know that this is just a blur, it is really easy to enumerate during that clear moment.
The more I think about it, the more I think about the thoughts of autumn. I feel that the concept of "stopping" is extraordinary. However, in this green space, what is usually seen is not a clear stream, but rather more dust. But I have never thought about how to argue for my insignificance like this. It seems that this kind of regret is not only just now, but also common in the past. And this kind of regret has no reason to do with the elegant guests who have just settled in the small building. Until then, the teapot had met three people, and the lid bowl was accompanied by six people. It was impossible to find another graceful shadow. However, gradually, it was really irresistible to like it. And even though I deeply think about it now, it is not because I am tired of the calmness just now, but because I think that if I think about how to find it in the future, it might be better to look at the eyebrows and eyes in front of me at this moment and think about the rest, just like thinking about love and thoughts. If it arises, it is not allowed to think lightly.
Thinking about it, it is very common to have such unintentional thoughts or unconsciously yearn for and like. There is no need to say how, but it is often difficult to eliminate and unbearable, but it has lost the strength of "stopping", and it is sad and confused, and even more regretful later. It is the reason. And it is often deep and deep, not just thinking about this kind of thinking that has nothing, but it becomes more and more deep, a section of silence, a section of difficult words, just let it go easily, in exchange for a sigh, every time I think about it, it is not just pity that can be said, but also more and more sad.
Perhaps, at this moment, what I still see in front of me and in my hands is the shadow that is not dazzling, or maybe the moon has already passed midnight unintentionally, but at least there is still a "bright moment", which contains endless tenderness and deep hope. The shadow is slowly coming here, and there is no need to count it. It is clear that there are still many romantic and brilliant shadows that are rippling with a smile, hoping that you and I will have deep hope for her, not a gentle smile, but a determined walk.
I often persuade myself, but it is not a long discussion, just this sentence, "at least there is still the moon", it is enough to say when encountering difficult and unbearable things, just write a few words and get rid of them all.
Maybe you don't like the moon as much as I do, but I think you also clearly understand this feeling and tenderness.