The years are like water, and I use words as a pen to describe my heart shallowly. Those beautiful pictures that stopped, like a dream, made ** forget to return. Who is on the other side of time, sitting and meditating, caring for people far away, watching the boundless sky?
The 500-year cycle is the most moving chapter of life, intertwined with softness and romance. Those old feelings buried deep in the bone marrow are like bright stars, illuminating the dark night sky. They shine in the long river of time, witnessing our growth and change.
The withering of love is like a passing cloud, coming and going without a trace, leaving only fragmented memories. The mood is broken like autumn leaves, and it can only sink in the drunkenness of the night.
In the blooming season of flowers, we meet as if it was fate. And now, at the moment when the flowers are withering and withering, we are about to separate, which makes people sigh at the impermanence of the world. Those footprints of the past are faintly imprinted in the long river of time, and those affectionate eyes, like bright stars, will always shine in the heart.
Even though I am gone now, I will still miss you from time to time. It was as if my soul had drifted to another world, which did not belong to me, but to you. And you belong only to me, and this is the inseparable bond between us. In the deep concern in my heart, there is all the beauty and romance about you.
I use that long-standing enthusiasm to ignite a blazing flame for you, even if I am adrift in this life, even if there is no one around me. Even if those passing years turn into dust, even if the end of youth takes away endless helplessness, I am willing to be an infatuated woman for you and stick to that persistent love.
The past is like a dream, and the years are like a streamWords are like gentle brushstrokes, carefully depicting the scenery deep inside. In the corner of time, who is silently thinking about the old people in the distance?Whose eyes reveal endless anticipation, watching the boundless sky, looking forward to the return of the deceased?
The withered love, like a fallen leaf in the wind, drifts away silently, leaving a broken mood and becoming an incurable scar in the heart. In the confusion of this night, I chose to buy drunk and let sinking become my only destination.
Far away, you and I are the scenery in each other's eyes, but we can't part with mountains and rivers. You are the endless ocean of my dreams, and I am just a scenery on your shore. This inexplicable complex, like the stars in the night sky, whether bright or dim, has left a deep imprint on my heart.
When the flowers bloom to their fullest, we meet like stars dotting the night sky, beautiful and bright. However, when the flowers wither to the most withered moment, we are helplessly separated, as if the sun is obscured by dark clouds.
The footprints of those young people, shallowly imprinted on the beach of time, have become the scenery of our eyebrows. Even though the years have passed quietly, I still can't forget those wonderful memories. My soul drifted to another world, a world without you, and I felt endless loneliness.
I don't belong to this world, I only belong to you. And you belong only to me. Our hearts are intertwined, like two intertwined rivers that cannot be separated. The concern hidden deep in my heart is my endless thoughts and expectations for you.
I cherish our memories and let them take root in my heart and bloom into beautiful flowers. Those longings and romances, like bright stars, are beautiful in my heart. Let's cherish each other and weave the dream of the future together.
I was mired in loneliness, and it had become a regular visitor in my life, and I obsessively guarded those memories as time passed. I look forward to the dust settling, passing through the distant rolling red dust, and burying those painful thoughts.
With a heart that will not be extinguished for a long time, I will light a fierce firework for you, even if I am adrift in this life, even if I am in an empty and uninhabited situation. Even if the dust of the years drowns me, even if the end of youth brings helplessness, I am willing to be an affectionate woman for you.