There is a feeling called romance

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Alone
I sit in the sunset, watching the light slant down. The western sky is crimson, and I watch the clouds drift by. Gazing at the horizon, dreams fall, the fruit in the platter tastes of stars, the reflection in the water has the nascent shape of the moon.
The wind lifts the curtain, leaves dance like skirts, crossed arms merge into an entanglement, like strands of soft cotton. The railing stands by, watching the poetic smoke, and the chirping of insects, once hidden, returns to join the fun. The
world enters a state of tranquility, the solidified traces capturing this beautiful moment, a sleeve falling, as if speechless. A light drizzle wets my clothes, my breath slides down the steps, wetting half the pages of a book. A spiderweb in the corner is covered with raindrops, swaying as if breaking its umbilical cord of fate. Collisions spread within the circle of the stream, but the beautiful side remains closed off. Flowers, adorned with powder, droop, their long stems hidden in their roots. Thoughts at this moment leap over the wall, intoxicated by the rising search; boundless imagination unfolds, and overflowing tenderness admires the sparse shadows of rain-drenched flowers. The midnight lamp sleeps in bed ; in the darkness, understated music begins to play, thoughts wander through the pavilion at night, the awakened flowers of youth drying a long journey. A languid, slanting sound blocks the music, even the surging waves fail to echo in memory. Everything settles with age; the burning pain no longer tears, the smile no longer adds fragrance. The heavens are ultimately distant, the back of light is a fall like snow. Grasping the lines of the heart, counting each rib, love and hate are all elegant words. Dancing fingers traverse the wilderness, opening up silent gaps; a faint mood identifies the brightness of the realm, a few lines writing down poetic flavor. The style of solitude is admirable, the unwavering devotion ensures no broken promises. When you connect with your soul, the seasons will be lush and green; when you resonate with your feelings, you will usher in a period of happiness.

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