In The Moonlight, You Are My World.

The autumn of the north is like a gorgeous woman, dancing and dancing in the wind.

There is no charming beauty in the south of the Yangtze River. There is no euphemism covered by Mimosa, as if in the bleak autumn, the water of the mountain is like that person. The man is like that mountain water, which naturally integrates into the bleak scenery.

There is always a world where it is so close that it can be clearly touched in sleep, but it is so far away that it is far from being sentimental.

There is always such a song. It is so strange that it does not seem to exist in your world, but it is so close and unconsciously that its presence touches your heart.

There is always a person who is at the starting point of the train, and you are sitting in the car that drives out memories. Outside the car is a lonely landscape, the car is a lonely soul.

That beautiful starting point, there is no Jiangnan.

Remember?

The wind in August is so light that your hair is floating in my face. How many nights after class, you are like an idle cat snuggle up to my shoulder. You say my shoulder belongs to you only because you can develop the most posture.

You say that you have been pillow like this until we are old, white hair and teeth, you are always the most developed posture.

We have endless roads, because you will not be tired of it once and for all. We have endless activities, because you say that only I can make you understand the world.

We look at the sky, so beautiful stars look neck ache, your imagination is rich like search engines, pointing to blinking stars to say a series of nouns.

You said such a beautiful night is a holy wedding. You are the happiest bride in the world. I am the bridegroom who loves you most in the world. The moon like moon is the most kindly pastor. Do you ask me if I love you only for a lifetime?

I look at your childish eyes, with the clear light of the moon, and I nodded gently, locked in my heart for you, so far no one has opened it, and no one will ever open it.

You pull me to say that you want to buy the cheapest ring, "as long as you give it to me, even the cheapest is the most beautiful."

We rushed to complete the wish before the store was closing. I put on the cheapest ring in the world for you. You put it on me is the most unique ring in the world.

Remember?

Moon in Mid Autumn Festival

Yes, perhaps the reality in this world is always so cruel. Just like an oasis is surrounded by deserts, and whatever you struggle, there will always be boundless hunger and death and fear of death.

Only the wedding of two of us, the cheapest ring, the simplest moon cake, and the most natural laughter.

You were like a radio that you couldn't get off that night, and you had endless words, but I was not bored at all.

Because I know you like talking to me, so you will say happy, because I like to listen to you, I will be a lonely person when I leave you.

The autumn of the north is so fast and silent that sooner or later, the frequency of changing clothes has quickened.

When I come to your grave, I do not know whether I stand in silence or speak to you.

Most of the time with you is your speech. Now it's my turn, but I don't know what to say.

The quiet night sky, like death without passion, is still used to being around you.

It was dark and never noticed.

The quiet night sky, like dead, doesn't even speak, but blinks.

Quiet night, I want to sleep beside you, accompany you for a while, I know you have no object to talk, must be very lonely, maybe my family will be anxious, your family has been used to it.

I feel ashamed to leave you. When I was admitted to university, I didn't know whether I was happy or miserable. When I was sitting alone at the window of the train, I saw different days and nights.

You will be waiting for me. I am not selfish to leave you. Only to be successful can I give you happiness. Sometimes loneliness must be borne. It is like responsibility. I can not shirk it. I can only choose to hesitate when I choose.

But you chose to leave. I didn't know that disease was so deadly.

I did not accompany you when you were most miserable. I didn't even leave you with the naked eye to retain you. I only heard the sad news in my ears, so plain but so hopeless.

In despair, I can only stand quietly, the wind has no voice, the rain is cold, and the sky is free from day and night, and the world has no beautiful scenery.

I can only accept that reality is like a desert. When I put it down, I find it is sand, standing up or sand. There is not a plant in the empty sand, not to mention the scenery.

I am like a man in a non mainstream picture, walking beside a railroad track in the wilderness. The rail is like a lonely snake without a head and tail.

The beauty of the cemetery is too high for me to bear. Only this desolation can accommodate my heart.

I remember you asked me a question, if my previous life can be chosen, do I want to choose to fly in the sky, run in the grassland, travel in the desert, or swim in the sea?

I think for a minute or so, "I am still used to running on the grassland". "I am hovering in the sky, I will show you the way."

Maybe there will be no Mid Autumn Festival again. At least in my world, maybe no moon can be so beautiful, at least I will not appreciate it.

I'm leaving again, alone.

Next time you come, remember to buy a bunch of different flowers. At least when I exist, your world is still fragrant.