Chapter 23 Awake

In autumn, your hands are extraordinarily pale and thin Like the last lotus, even if there are thousands of fingers I can no longer hold on to the last summer At sunset, your thick eyelashes are deeper Even without tears, Hei Jingjing Dating is irregular, and the interval is more and more rare The wind is blowing, let you close the window and close your eyelashes I can't close the memory The stars are hazy, the dreams are sporadic wake up, your soul, in the windy night Summer is the peak season for dating, the whole summer How many dry-brained deer have you swam Autumn is windy, dry the acacia, blow it loose, and sail on a clear sky

Lovesickness rises like a cloud, stretches like a cloud, light like a cloud As light as you, lovesickness descends like clouds This is the pirate version of Shah Beard, this is the Prince of Denmark (Professor says A Midsummer Night's Dream isn't taught in the fall) He is still asking himself: To be, or not to be? Why didn't he ask: Are you lonely or not?let me Accompany you to class, accompany you home On the way home, leaves and leaves arguing about the direction of the wind Lu stretched out his long arms, his thin arms towards the distance.wolf howling in the wind All the candles light up in the sky

You blow out a branch on the ground, murmur, and ask yourself— Why is the astrology always so eerie and mysterious? Your eyes - light years - my eyes Why is autumn's letter a bit like a suicide note, autumn night All like the still reflections of eternity? waking always dreaming, dreaming always waking