Buried butterfly

Wen/Leng Meng Yu is supported by the gentle breeze. The years are like water passing away, and the flowers bloom and fall. I don’t know where to go to the vast sea of people. For whom does the heron fly and dance? Breaking out of the cocoon, the beauty of the whole city, lamenting if the dance, a flash of tears in the pan I don’t know when it started to be so worthless, I thought I had left it for a long time, why there were so many tears? Why is it so painful? It has not been buried in the emptiness! The heart that has already died still hurts! So many injuries think time is the best medicine, but I don’t know whether it is medicine or poison! Let yourself hurt deeper and more thoroughly. More people are always unwilling to recall and face it, but they are always facing it inadvertently. Heart! Always want to escape, always think that time will dilute everything, everything will start again so naive, so ridiculous. But who knows the scenes behind the smile are bleak, and the glittering tears are always saying that the past is unbearable! The past is unbearable, but there is always such a wonderful story! -Me! I really can’t recall the past, I can’t recall it, and I dare not recall it! I am afraid of looking back, the endless pain, the purgatory life heart! Really tired tired! I don’t know when is the end to bury butterflies! Ruined his youth; Ruined his childhood; Ruined his heart; Also ruined his own wind! Still in blowing! Butterfly fell down, and her life was only seven days. From the moment she was born, she began to fly, showing her beauty to the world; Her tears; Her love; Her dance was too tired to fly, she slept in the drizzle and the blue flowers fell, and the wind rose and the clouds fell as beautiful as butterflies. Life is like seven, buried butterfly heart! If you also love words, music and making friends. Then please add me QQ:1006783781. Leng Mengyu gives you a warm harbor. This diary is not reprinted, collected and shared to your friends. It’s really a pity that you will get happiness if you don’t transfer it. Youth. I wasted it on words! In fact, I am not a word controller, but there are many people who control me. In fact, there is no gorgeous language in my words, but they say that they will be very worried after reading it! I think the power of words is much stronger than that of human beings, because words are dangerous, the most charming and dangerous. My name is Han Yu, your forever friend. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring

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