In the direction of you, you can be silent, but it must be a deep love, and all of you are in my field of vision. If I say that I have a little talent, it is only the expression of acacia, your ups and downs, all in an instant, my ends are all around. I pour all my soul into your peace and well, even if I don't love you anymore in the next life, as long as I have you in this life and this world, it is enough.
If one day, you occasionally look back on the past and inadvertently, warm tears climb up your cheeks, it may be the fervent hope that I once poured into you. To love someone with your heart, perhaps, that taste, even yourself is difficult to judge, but, there are always a few leaves, will be reincarnated to watch, I think about you. I know that all the good things, most of them are white, not to mention the memories that become immortal, and they are really only a handful, but if it has become the pain of the soul, I only ask you how to heal it?
The nightmare that has just passed, and the madness when waking up, are all the result of thinking about it every day, and the dreams often wake up in the middle of the night, and the tears that fly down the heart splash ripples, starting from this moment, the mode of attachment is all opened. Tasting your sweetness, beautiful posture, and orchid-like breath over and over again, I have been missing you for a long time, which is my expectation that I never change.
I will only be a quiet lamp, hanging at the intersection where you must pass, spreading the clear light and warmth in the shade of the trees, shining on your heart, and holding on like a soldier without slackening.