jiu yue

The fiery maple leaves drifted on the dry land one after another, floating between the eyebrows and a page in the heart. The weather, I don’t know when it will start, becomes cold, the air is filled with thin strands of cold, with inexplicable sadness, whether the heart has lost its direction. The overflowing dream has already faded its fresh luster, and it is also slowly yellow like a fallen wood, slowly going to death. From then on, I began to be dissatisfied with everything in reality, and began to reject people and things. My face became as ferocious as devil, and so did my heart. I once had too many, but I always knew that I was just a blurred person in my mistakes. It is not so-called ignorance. Many things are never right or wrong, but they like to walk to the endless abyss with an evil-like smile and fall into the black hole of dreams. In a flash, September came again. However, I am no longer as pure as before. Being filled with emotion, wandering in the sharp blade, smiling in the blood bath, I don’t know whether it is the so-called growth, or being twisted into the appearance of no one or no ghost by emotion. The leaves are falling slowly, and the summer is flourishing, and the competition has already dissipated. It is because he has no fighting spirit and becomes lazy, falling down with the wind. I remember the summer that once made us passionate and kept talking with each other for a lifetime. There was no cheating or disgusting summer. Now it is cold and heartless, so stingy that it even gives each other a look in the early autumn. The weather is getting cold, so is my heart. Don’t imagine anything beautiful, fall in the dark, but feel sad. Many people once called us dangling angels, but I didn’t think so. Even if it is falling, I am just a devil after all. Angel, I don’t deserve it. I only have body walking in hell. I am more willing to admit that I only deserve to be a devil, and how can I say that I fall. I hate recalling the past and everything in the past. It was not because of disdain, but everything in my past, only darkness and mistakes, which only made me panic and fear. Maybe it is a person who can only escape, but he is willing to live in the corner of no one, blinding his eyes and ears, and live and die like this. Autumn is a season suitable for me to survive. Everything is cold and has no emotion, and I may be the same. Devil, cry, fall, abyss. September, slightly cool, falling wood, alone. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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