Suddenly I thought of you

　　Gently, a cloud floats across the blue sky, the sky is blue without trace, the clouds are white and soft, and the blue sky and white clouds are all beautiful. Suddenly, I really want to see the beauty of the blue sky and white clouds with you, only to find that there is no suitable reason anymore. The sky is still blue, and the clouds are still white. It turned out to be only ourselves, and there was a past that we could never go back.

　　The wind is a transparent river. When it flows gently, it unconsciously blows the past into memories. The light smell is a ray of flowers, as light as jasmine, and the light is the sound of the wind blowing. Whose heart is passing by, that smile is the breeze with a faint jasmine fragrance. I am most afraid of this, and I am caught off guard. Suddenly I think of you, and my memories become sharp, and my lonely fingertips are also expected.

　　However, the wind will not stay, gently blowing, quietly away, gently is a memory of jasmine slipping through the brow, flicking the hidden memories, the thoughts of fingertips feathering into places, gently dancing, gently rotating, winding is the memory of a wisp of wind, lingering is the memory of jasmine.

　　A person is busy, a person is noisy, coming and going, often, I have seen the most beautiful aurora, and after the lingering midsummer, I have seen many people, everyone is like you, but they are not you, most afraid of being quiet, most afraid of being alone, most afraid of deja vu, sudden thinking and sudden missing.

　　The night is boundless, how many thoughts are hidden, whether there will be a dim light, whether the evening breeze will gently surround me, whether cicadas can wake up is a memory, and the moonlight is also gentle when a light flickers alone at night, and a ray of moonlight falls secretly on my brow, and I suddenly think of you.