The other night... I couldn't sleep. I stood by the window and let the wind blow on me.
Dragging the brilliance of my eyes to the distant moonlight through the dim light, I love the peace and darkness
I thought a lot, from getting to know him, getting to know him, wanting to recognize him, to falling in love...
It seems that most of it is my own fault. If I didn't follow in his footsteps with a dead face, it wouldn't be like this... I'm just used to loving him
I looked at my watch, it was 12 o'clock, but I still didn't feel sleepy at all
Pick up a coat and put it on, walk out of the room... go out for a walk, relax
The room was dark, in order not to disturb Bo Xian's rest, I gently closed the door and left
Walking down the street, the shops on both sides were almost closed, leaving only dim lights, and there were almost no people on the road, which was fine... you don't have to face anyone with all kinds of smiles
The cold wind blows, I wrap my hands around myself
Passing by a milk tea shop, the inside was still lit up... Don't you close the door at night?
The milk tea shop looks very warm. I remembered that I used to say that I wanted to open a milk tea shop, but after so many things happened, I forgot...
I was attracted by its name...
As bright as the warm sun...
A very warm name
I slowly pushed open the door... There was a nice guitar sound coming from inside
I followed the sound and saw a familiar but unfamiliar person. I just stood beside him quietly, without disturbing, looking at his profile, the light shining on his docile face
How long... I haven't seen such a bright spirit, his face is full of tenderness, his hair is combed down, he is wearing casual clothes, and the look in his eyes is the same as when I met him
Simple...
His songs were very lyrical, which made people feel warm but a little sad. In his memory, he always had a cold face, domineering, cruel... It was like two people with the person in front of him
Sometimes I wonder if he has a sibling
He looked around and noticed that there were many sticky notes and photos on the walls...
One of the photos, printed straight in my eyes
That photo was taken by me, Bo Xian, and Canlie together. The three people in the picture had bright smiles on their faces, beautiful...
The eyes were suddenly wet... It turned out that we were so happy at that time
The youth of the years swept away the smiles on the corners of our mouths, leaving only a body with scars...
