Lyrical prose of the night, lyrical prose of the night

Under the sun, it's really good, everything is so clear and so real.

But, I'm sorry, but I'm in the dark.

Although the light is not warm, you can smell the fragrance in the moonlight, roam the strange, experience the haze, and touch the coolness.

People who are busy during the day will never understand the tranquility of the night.

The reality of the day, never the dream of the night.

Have you ever felt the mountain breeze?

Have you ever caressed a delicate epiphany?

Have you ever heard the voice of the sleepless heart?

Have you ever encountered a graceful haze?

And this belongs to the night.

At night, walking through the streets, you will feel that the world is very quiet, as if all the noise is not there.

The road may be lonely, but there is always a street lamp in front of you, a neon light, navigating the mountain and shining far, far away.

The beauty of the night is the tranquility after being busy and the aftertaste after excitement.

Such as Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, such as a dream of yellow sorghum, illusory but existent.

I belong to the chained eggplant in the night, and I want to weave a picture scroll with that dream, sprinkled with stars, and with a touch of sorrow.

This is the confusion that belongs to the heart, and it is also the unintentional obedience to the world.

Enchanted night.

I love the night.

Love the hug the night gave me.

I also hug the boy and the night in the sky.

There is a quiet smell in the night.

I love to be enchanted in the dark.

I hate lights.

The culprit who covered up the starry sky of his childhood.

You think you can create daylight.

Then why do I need the sun?

You are the little icy sun.

You are the sun in the night.

And I want to wander in the dark night without the sun.

Darkness When the night swallows up the light, everything seems so quiet and deep, only the barking of dogs in the deep alleys and the sound of the wind tearing at the writhing of everything!

There is a touch of light in the distance, like a ghost soothing the darkness, flickering far and near, making the night more unscrupulous to support the stars and the moon;

Let the light can't wait to abandon the old and get rid of the new, pulling the gears of the passing of the mind, so that countless yesterdays are as dark as the deep, thousands of todays are fleeting, and hundreds of millions of tomorrows look back on yesterday!

The night gives us black eyes, but we use them to find the light, and when we look for the light, we hope for the favor of the light, but we are afraid of the light when it goes.

The deathly silence and the flickering ...... of the market lights

The night calms the hustle and bustle, shakes the tiredness, feeds the thoughts, soothes the ridiculous dreams, and turns the new morning ......

Stroll through the darkness for a peaceful night.

Dark nights can always be confusing. Always brings sadness.

But there is not much tranquility.

In the dark night, put on my black sweatshirt. New walk in the dark night. Feel the tranquility of the night, the night dissipates, and the lights fade. When it's noisy during the day.

I had fallen asleep, only in the darkness of the night.

I was awakened when I returned. In the darkness of the night. There is no vision of the world.

There is no daytime noise. Only the quiet sound bypasses the lovers, walking through the confusion. That childish face looked like me before, and eventually grew up in sadness.

Or suffering in pain, and finally I still choose to walk in the night, only in the quiet night, there is no worldly noise, no worldly sadness.

I was the only one who felt the tranquility.

Some say it's bleak. But it's better than the sorrows of the world.

Walking through the night, wearing the black sweatshirt I take. Feel it.

There is no worldly quietness. Not much tranquility.

There are only street lights on the side of the road. There is no sadness. There is no worldliness.

I went from day to night, into night, into night.

I walk in the night, listening to the silence of the night. Breathing stopped .......

The loneliness was drowned in the darkness and loneliness was abandoned. Recalled, the dirt of love. It's ...... to give up. It's remorse.

The night sky was only a little yellow, and there was still a black glow all around. Can't tell the difference, their own seat. Not sure this is there.

Just open your hands and listen to your breathing. Enjoy that solitude and forget that memory. Let your voice come back to me anew.

I love the night, it has no grudges, no quarrels. It listens to your story, it doesn't tell anyone, it's just that it's a little bit of a listen.

Walking there, it was all night. Do you panic? Whether you are willing to listen to your own breathing.

It's as if let the night reveal your secrets. You can think of the Panic Banquet Shed as another audience that will also listen to your story in the dark, an audience that will never tell its secrets. The ...... of the audience is needed in the dark night.

Your panic, your fear, your timidity, your selfishness, your courage, your self-confidence、、、 they know you best. Whether it's a mockery, or a blessing. I want you to tell the story.

I'm not afraid of you in the night. Please take your pants and listen to me, I want to tell you that you are beautiful. You come quietly and leave quietly.

I forgot the night in my dreams, and in my dreams, the sun was too harsh. It was as if the night had never come. The first night of insomnia, you were with me.

However, I felt lonely like never before, and I wanted to find someone to accompany me, hoping it was her. But you weren't the only ones who stayed with me all night. You've swept away all the moonlight.

I hate you....... I hate you for taking away the last of your beauty. And it's raining in your night sky.

That's you're crying. Slowly you have been with me for countless years, and I have become accustomed to your smile, your tears, and your coldness. I unleash all your beauty.

It was all beautiful.

The night, which seems to be getting shorter and shorter, my listening, will you forget? Right? Yes. You will.