The Meaning of Silence
The flying night:fire. What kind of start is this?
The runaway seeds were born in the snow flight of the sun.
People remember the sleeping reality as well as the waking dreams.
The pain is the silence of the next second. The silence is eternity for thousands of years.
Eternity is waiting for thousands of years ,and waiting for a child's good memories.
Waiting for the echo of the sky to the earth. Waiting in Waiting,
Waiting after waiting. The falling morning:ice. What kind of end is this?
At 0 a.m. on November 30th, 2018
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