Soul singer

Soul singer
I am a soul singer. I walk freely between heaven and earth. I don’t want to startle my feelings or disturb my dreams. I just use my pen and ink to remember your smile of yesterday and the taste of this youth..     It was night, the breeze rippled gently, the ripples were broken by the small steps on Bibo Lake, and the hazy past life was so gently strolling in the world of mortals that it was shallow wandering at the intersection where you were always there.. Do you remember the moonlight I accompanied you that night, and the light that spilled all over the place.     Quiet night quietly pieced together a bit of time. Will the promise of keeping the millennium be swayed gently with the breeze. The Sanskrit sound curled up and wound in and out. Has the warmth that lay dying at the fingertips been in my heart for thousands of years?. Whether the scenes of joy and parting sentimentality towards the DPRK after the fading of the curtain color have already mottled the whole spring flowers? There are also the thoughts of the minutes and the sentimental reverie whether they would also like to walk gradually along the cloud end and the sea string along with the dust and wind.? I’m here, where are you? Where will your soul be laid again?     Sweet ballad, the world of mortals of the whole life looks back on the smoke waves, and whether the memory that once fell has been washed away by such a pot of spirits.. Is the warmth of the light embrace so easy, so difficult to give up, so that you can be easily and lightly embraced in your arms by loneliness.     In the past, godliness kept an aesthetic feeling; This life, make you a cavity of tenderness. Perhaps, just like this, I have rubbed my heart like silk like hemp into your life and gradually into your dream.. So, then, I also had to, willing to turn into a breeze to accompany you, bringing you fragrance of soil in spring, blowing away plumes of heat in summer, enjoying a good harvest in autumn, and driving away the warmth of the silk for you in winter.. Did you ever remember that every breeze is my yearning for you, every feeling is my infatuated attachment waiting for you to land at the ferry of the world of mortals?.     The waiting alone, waiting alone, looking forward to alone, but what does it matter? The call of the holy hand, Hao Miao, who was wounded in the dark center, even if he had temporarily gone to grief, how could he be so deeply attached to his obsession and infatuation that he was far from being long-lasting in the past??     Stranded past, mournful and sad. This feeling can also be remembered and can also go with the flow.. But the glimmer of memory still occasionally ripples in the heart, and the hot tears did not also burn the eyes calmly.. Will the wandering Sanskrit flower really pass in front of your eyes like snow? Do you understand this is a real life without regret? That this sad and joyous reunion can only be understood as a pain rather than a satisfaction? As for me, I can only fly into the dust again, perch on the top of the wind, smoke dimly and wait for you at a distance until dawn..     The past is like smoke, missing is always the deepest memory in my heart. Remember, when I passed you by, I was utterly confused. That even though several generations have passed quietly, this dusty memory still does not want to be wiped away. Also, although the heart ping, which once shattered the ground, has poured out its lead and faded, the rainbow after the rain is still hanging in the sky of the heart in Ran Ran..     In the quiet night, the moonlight gradually became like ink, and the words of memory also condensed in sadness and settled in the memory, spreading over the mind of the implicated thoughts, and only the beauty of yesterday could not be erased.. As for me, I can only send it from a distance between words, leaving the hands that once dragged memories to stir up the calm heart lake time and time again.. After that look back, will a piece of wet eyeground really pass by like the wind with this happiness, and the hearts of the dribs and drabs will also go to the distance with you.     I have written countless touching stories, but I still live at the top of an empty world. It seems that I can only forget myself again. I am happy and free in this lonely world with a smile, not because of the shackles of this world of mortals, but because I am me.     Years of free walking, we hold tight, can not stay, also can not see firmly. However, the things buried deep in time are getting thinner and thinner in the sun, and she slowly flies past us without any trace and lost her mind..     The hope of falling leaves the flowers everywhere. Perhaps the blood and tears dripping from the world of mortals soak up a beautiful flower of the heart.. It’s also good. Maybe that flower should be called: Soul Singer.     ( Finalized in Zhongmou, a small town in Henan Province ) QQ / 863680510

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