生如夏花|莫兰迪撞色拼接手绘|日常通用|散文简约ins风

I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart,Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting,Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of,Eventually swaying in the desert oasis,I believe I am,Born as the bright summer flowers,Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule,Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome,Bored.

I heard the music, from the moon and carcass,Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty,Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure,There are always memories throughout the earth,I believe I am,Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves,Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture,Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle,Occult.

I hear love, I believe in love,Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae,As desolate micro-burst of wind,Bleeding through my veins,Years stationed in the belief,I believe that all can hear,Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own,Some can not grasp the moment,Left to the East to go West, Gu, the dead must not return to,See, I head home Zanhua, in full bloom along the way all the way,Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain.