In the long river of time in the world, I am looking for your traces, which is a longing that cannot be loved, a deep longing.
I yearn for every moment I spend with you, the poetic courtyard, the moonlight like water, have become the endless yearning in my heart.
That small courtyard is a pure land in my heart.
There are small bricks and tiles, flower beds surrounded by bamboo fences, and roses and lilacs that we planted with our own hands.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the mist in the small courtyard, you and I make a pot of tea together, savoring the tranquility and harmony of life.
At night, the moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard like water, and we leaned on rocking chairs, enjoying the starry sky and chatting about our future dreams.
The moonlight is a testimony of our love.
It illuminates our hearts and allows us to find each other in the darkness of the night.
Whenever the moonlit night comes, I will always bring a bouquet of flowers to your window and gently call your name.
You'll always smile and open the window, walk with me in the moonlight, and tell each other's hearts.
Under the moonlight, our shadows are intertwined, as if to indicate that our future life will be so closely connected.
I love you so deeply, and this love is so sincere and pure.
Whenever I think of you, I always feel a warm current in my heart.
Your smile, your eyes, and your voice have become eternal memories in my heart.
I long to spend my life with you, through every spring, summer, autumn and winter, and share the joys, sorrows and sorrows of life.
I know that loving without being able to do so is a painful experience.
The pain of the end of the world is deeply entrenched in my heart, looking at the misty sky, sighing the sadness of this life.
Many times, life is like this, in the wrong time, when you meet the right person, it is just a turn, and it has become a thousand mountains and rivers.
The past is still around, and there are ripples of love.
Joy or sorrow, giggle or loss, the ups and downs are like tasting this glass of life's wine.
Standing in the small courtyard, rubbing the stone bench you once sat on, it seems that there is still the warmth of the past;The rocking chair swaying in the wind, swaying year after year.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different from year to year.
The scenery of the past is still charming and picturesque, but the person I love the most has become a pain in my life.
Beloved, how I desire to possess you
Take possession of your all, your body and mind, your heart, all of your own.
Your smile should bloom for me, just like that flower, spitting fragrance, wrapping my whole life.
Your heart should be filled with me, everything you think is me, everything you say is me, and my figure is also in and out of your dreams.
Longing, this happiness blooms like a flower, longing, you and I can still hold hands in this beautiful courtyard in this life.
My dear, you are a light in my life, illuminating the dark path of my life;It is like a clear spring in the mountain stream, gurgling through my dry heart, giving me the nourishment of life.
Possession of you, possession of love;To possess you is to possess happiness;Possessing you, I have a confidant in my life from now on.
It's like a soul mate, knowing that I understand me, and connecting with my heart and soul and tacit understanding.
This wonderful feeling is really indescribable.
Dawn, belatedly coming, the winter morning light sprinkled in front of the window, writing the last line of affectionate words, I got up and looked at the faintly lit courtyard, where there was your once slender and graceful figure, at this moment, but by the wind whistling.
But, my dear, although the north wind blows away time, it can't blow away my thoughts of you, how I long to possess you!