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无心快意

没有在意 无意装饰 放了笑容
随意随意间披满一身的清风
无意无意中得到 失去却眼红
仍然怀念风 如何留住风
深思熟虑都不会变懂
我的也许不及你的
半杯水亦倍感珍惜
我的最终都是我的 有心装载的
刻意的 抢眼的 那及放眼春色
无心得到的写意感觉更纯更真
随心沾花的诗意美得接近永恒
轻轻看 轻轻听 轻轻笑
那笑容来自放心 只因已放下戒心
无心得到的一切放开也未染尘
随心欣赏的景致最吸引
谁想过 清风踏绿草未无痕
留下无心的美感
我的也许不及你的
半杯水亦倍感珍惜
我的最终都是我的 有心装载的
刻意的 抢眼的 那及放眼春色
无心得到的写意感觉更纯更真
随心沾花的诗意美得接近永恒
轻轻看 轻轻听 轻轻笑
那笑容来自放心 只因已放下戒心
无心得到的一切放开也未染尘
随心欣赏的景致最吸引
谁想过 清风踏绿草未无痕
留下无心的美感
无心得到的写意感觉更纯更真
随心沾花的诗意美得接近永恒
轻轻看 轻轻听 轻轻笑
那笑容来自放心 只因已放下戒心
无心得到的一切放开也未染尘
随心欣赏的景致最吸引
谁想过 清风踏绿草未无痕
留下无心的美感
谁想过 一生像雾水逐月云
原是无心中发生

Unintentional Contentment

I didn't care, and I didn't intend to decorate. I released a smile.
Carelessly, carelessly, I put on a gust of wind.
Unintentionally, unintentionally, I gained, but I was envious when I lost.
I still miss the wind. How can I keep it?
Thinking carefully will not make you understand.
My may not be as good as yours.
Half a cup of water is also cherished.
My fate is ultimately mine. I carry it with intention.
The deliberate, the eye-catching, that surpasses the spring scenery.
The unintentional feeling is purer and truer.
The poetic beauty of dipping flowers at will is close to eternal.
Look lightly, listen lightly, laugh lightly.
The smile comes from peace of mind, because I have let go of my guard.
Everything I unintentionally get, I let go without staining it.
The scenery I appreciate at will is the most attractive.
Who would have thought that the breeze would blow on the grass without leaving a trace?
Leaving the unintentional beauty.
My may not be as good as yours.
Half a cup of water is also cherished.
My fate is ultimately mine. I carry it with intention.
The deliberate, the eye-catching, that surpasses the spring scenery.
The unintentional feeling is purer and truer.
The poetic beauty of dipping flowers at will is close to eternal.
Look lightly, listen lightly, laugh lightly.
The smile comes from peace of mind, because I have let go of my guard.
Everything I unintentionally get, I let go without staining it.
The scenery I appreciate at will is the most attractive.
Who would have thought that the breeze would blow on the grass without leaving a trace?
Leaving the unintentional beauty.
The unintentional feeling is purer and truer.
The poetic beauty of dipping flowers at will is close to eternal.
Look lightly, listen lightly, laugh lightly.
The smile comes from peace of mind, because I have let go of my guard.
Everything I unintentionally get, I let go without staining it.
The scenery I appreciate at will is the most attractive.
Who would have thought that the breeze would blow on the grass without leaving a trace?
Leaving the unintentional beauty.
Who would have thought that life is like a fog chasing the moon and clouds?
It originally happened unintentionally.