Overslept ⊙﹏⊙
\The last night shift wasn't easy either, Xianren Baban, 300 RMB is gone again ⊙﹏⊙
Whatever, let's keep sleeping, -.-
\Alright, actually I just wanted to post a random message O(∩_∩)O, stick it here, so it doesn't count as a meaningless post, I'm f***ing so wise.
\A fleeting dream, a period of longing, a sudden thought, a subtle heartbeat of inexplicable emotion. Sometimes joy, sometimes happiness, sometimes pain, sometimes sorrow... at a certain moment, it floods over you like a tide, leaving no escape, no words needed, only acceptance.\The quiet night, I like leaning alone by the window, waiting for the silver moonlight to slowly cool down the day's hustle and bustle.\When I look up at the night sky, I feel all your love suddenly descend. Because that deep, bright full moon looks so much like your eyes. It is an unexpected encounter on a rainy midnight, and also two hearts leaning on each other on a calm, clear midnight. The moon waxes and wanes, clouds roll and drift. Grass flourishes and withers, flowers fade and bloom... a poetic name is called by you countless times, softly drifting in my ear like a murmured whisper, sliding deeply into the soul like silky threads.\I once slept for many painful years in dreams, and it's because of you that behind the calm, pure, and reserved appearances, I can grasp your sincerity and passion. Melancholy, with a touch of sadness.\I ask from afar. How far can this road of walking together take us? Is "forever" really a promise that cannot be fulfilled? You don't know, I have treasured this happiness all the way, in the deepest part of my soul, where only the loneliness of two people can fit. Do you know that what crosses my eyes is not tears, but the sorrow of our bond, a strong, painful longing.\Tonight is very quiet. Only the sound of my blood pulsing through veins. The silence is an extension of stillness.\Recalling that warm night, the tender gaze. Folding a branch of sparse plum blossoms, dancing on the floating snow. Light and graceful, soft and beautiful... never forgetting for whom the lingering midnight sings, for whom it intoxicates.\On a night like this, embracing a strand of lingering thoughts, listening to the ancient melodies of a thousand years. Sleepless.\When familiar figures gradually drift away with dreams, when uncontrollable restlessness settles like dust after the wind, delicate poems are neglected into a blank sheet by invisible indifference. Even resting upon sentiments like "the bright moon lightly moves the beauty's shadow, the gentle wind sends subtle fragrance" it is hard to fully enjoy its graceful and enchanting charm.The graceful handwriting has lost its former elegance, the structure scattered and drifting; wherever it falls on the paper, it leaves varying depths of marks etched onto the heart. All of this, in the midst of subtle, hidden pain, ultimately turns the pen incapable of forming poetry.
The midnight wind passes through the tiny wounds, continuing to shear; the blank poem sheets are inadvertently cut into pieces of pure white, spreading across the sky and the ground.
Covering the paths we once took, the days and nights muddled with longing, keeping the warmth of spring and the blooming flowers separated by centuries.
Who is reading? Who can understand this page of poetry? Sadness, desolation. Waiting to meet, longing to meet, a burning heart only knows it hasn't seen someone for a thousand years, yet it doesn't realize that what echoes through the universe is a thousand years of not meeting.
