The lonely Mid-Autumn Festival, gazing at the full moon, the怀念in the depths of my heart slowly sprouts in the remaining memories. I always thought that what was missed would be lost forever, including the past experiences. You have always been engraved in a corner of my heart, but you didn't want me to find you. Only when the night breeze gently blows and the neon lights leave behind a lonely figure, will you calmly drift out from a corner of my heart, looking at me from afar. The weary figure reveals bits and pieces of the past, just like the twinkling stars in the dark night, forever unable to form a magnificent ribbon.
Year after year, the changing seasons mix memories with nostalgic reminiscences. In those fleeting moments, we embraced under the drizzle, listening to the stories told by the raindrops. The delicate sound of the rain stirred up sorrowful tears in my heart. From that moment on, life seemed like a gentle breeze brushing against the willow leaves, falling leaves accompanying the cold wind. Now, the long-lost scent makes the dreams of the past seem so desolate. Searching for the red leaves falling from Fragrant Hill only reveals complexity and indifference in the autumn wind. The affectionate rain is chased by the indifferent wind, facing an impasse, leaving only a faint trace behind as time flows like poetry.
The night of the full moon appears desolate and endless. Listening to the laughter accompanied by boundless sorrow, I recall the tear you left behind in your passionate gaze when you turned away. I realized that dreams must eventually awaken. Even the reunion under the moonlight cannot make up for the regrets of the past. The moon quickly disappears from sight, searching for the clouds covering the moon. Perhaps the clouds at night are there to accompany the longing under the bright moon, appearing pale and solemn. At the moment when the moon meets the clouds, I feel extremely insignificant.
In lonely moments, I write about these even lonelier remnants of dreams with humble words. In the cold corners, I tightly hug my knees, preserving the remnants of dreams with the last warmth in my heart. Perhaps this will not awaken the remnants of dreams again, but the little details left in the dreams will give me a small comfort. Even when filled with melancholy, your name shines brightly in my heart, gradually becoming brighter and brighter...
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