Although, she also had more and more sensations, strange feelings, and suspicions from the last dream. After all, she was drunk, and she was so drunk that she had no consciousness!
After Xu Yihao left, Xia Chenxuan declined Mo Peihang's company. She just wanted to be alone and didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.
Xia Chenxuan returned to the rental house and stayed in the lonely cabin. The night was dim inside, and the moonlight filtered in softly, creating arcs one after another.
The night is so beautiful, so is the moonlight
It’s just that the person is so haggard!
Xia Chenxuan came to the computer, and with the residual heat from her fingertips, she typed on the keyboard. Tears dripped from the five-line symbols she typed, and along with the typing sounds, they mixed and fluctuated into a sound that composed the words
voice of heart
She typed word by word
What is recorded in the diary is her heart, her thoughts...
In one diary entry after another, she was intoxicated, sad, and desperate...
She didn't stop until she felt soreness in her fingers. She clicked on the music to play, and a sad melody came from it. It was the song by Huimei Zhang: Can I hug you?
It's raining outside
It's like my blood is dripping
Love you for so long
In fact, it is not easy to calculate
We need to divide things
Tomorrow no longer matters
clothes left at home
Come and take it back when you have time
If you don’t think about it, love will bear fruit.
Can't bear to find excuses
Don’t force you to do it for me again
It hurts whether my heart is gone or not.
Can I hold you, love?
let me cry on your shoulder
If we were to separate today
Make me cry happily
can i hold you baby
Allow me to call you this for the last time
You have no choice
I will leave with a smile
Can I hold you? She stretched out her hands, opened them outwards, and murmured the words: Can I hold you?
Her hands just stretched out, making a hugging gesture, but what was injected was air, cool air, cold air
But her hands were still stretched out like a hug. What appeared in her mind was his figure, his warm embrace, and his warm body temperature.
Can I hold you? Let me cry on your shoulder. Whose tears are your shoulders bearing?
I really want to hold you, cry on your shoulder, feel your favor, feel your breath
She hugged his body, her head slowly feeling the strong heartbeat in his chest, feeling and making all the assumptions, but the cool air was so ruthless, so cold, so icy.
She moved her arms up slowly, imagining his face, his handsome facial features, his resolute eyebrows, deep eyes, beautiful lips, fingers, and the location of his facial features.
Touching his beautiful lips and tracing his skin with your fingertips, it's that familiar feeling, but the familiarity is so far away.
I can imagine it, but I can't touch it. I can only feel it...
The music player is still playing, the sound of music is still playing, and the song "Can I Hug You" is still coming from inside?
The lyrics that filled her heart came. It was raining outside, just like my blood was dripping. If I don’t think about love, it will bear fruit. I can’t bear to find excuses. It hurts if I don’t keep my heart. Can I hold you, my love? , let me cry on your shoulder, can I hug you, baby, let me call you this for the last time!
Thousands of dreams come and go, only in the fleeting place
Baby, this is such an unfamiliar word, it is no longer the same for them
Love hurts, hurt hurts, they are just a dream, he is a dream to her, but she has to take it stupidly seriously, she is really stupid
It was originally a bad ending, but she was willing to perish
I sank to the point of stupidity and was severely hurt.
My heart fell a little bit with his tenderness step by step, and sank a little bit, but after sinking, I was severely injured, covered with bruises.
He joined hands with another woman, but she was still feeling sad alone in this lonely night, still thinking about his body temperature. Did she love him too much?
Is she too stupid?
The fingers were let go from the surrounding air, just like the falling night, falling down, and the tears also fell down, falling to the ground drop by drop, disappearing with the music
This song is finished!
But, what about this situation? Where to go?
Who has been hurt by the fleeting time?
Time flies like water, and when we meet each other, we watch the butterflies dance wantonly in the sky, and we watch the flowers bloom extravagantly in the world.
beautiful, dreamy
But it was also you who, on the festive night of flowers and candles, when I was in a lonely cabin, you talked happily with others, I danced with songs, you composed the melody of love, and I drew the sadness of sadness.
Cold, sad
Under the night, when a familiar melody sounded in my ears, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I shed tears again and again, cried again and again, and felt sad again and again.
I shed tears quietly and stared at the night. Under the condensation of the night, it gradually became deeper and deeper. I tried hard to fold the wandering and sad thoughts into a willow flute, so that in this ethereal and sad state of mind, in this speechless The words resound quietly
Looking out of the window at the night outside, it was like an illusion. His face and his outline appeared in front of her eyes. She stretched out her hand to grab it, but his outline was nowhere to be seen. When she looked again, it was on the horizon again.
So misty, so far away
It turns out that they are like this, one is over there in the sky and the other is at this end of the earth. They are far away. How can they have a real feeling and how can they be held in their hands?
The outline at the other end of the sky was so handsome, and the smile that appeared was so gentle. It made her feel so comfortable and intoxicated, but it also hurt, the kind of heart-wrenching pain.
Life is like a dream, fireworks are easy to get cold, romance is easy to pass away, dreams are easy to fall, when will we dance together?
The meteor fell, and I made the wisp of wish I had at this moment. In this fleeting time, looking back at Yi's gentle face, it feels so good, so painful...
Looking at the flowers of Chinese Valentine's Day, they are budding in my heart, blooming in my dreams, wandering, struggling, and want to stand on the other side of the Tianhe River to talk, but all the dreams and past are swaying under the moonlight, just like the darkness of the night.