Looking back, I felt as if I had seen the towering snow-capped mountains, the rushing sea, the taste of ripe melons and the joy of chasing life.
A very ordinary look actually ignited my damp state of mind and lit up the night sky that had been dark for a long time. Could it be that this is called love at first sight, and this is called marriage in a previous life? I measured it with my eyes, close at hand, but so far away.
The heart that has been collided by her eyes, and the sea that rises and falls with her, is so deep and blue. Tied to her sight, I hope to become her poetry, to become her story. And for me, it's a permanent expectation in the song.
She came from afar, pushing away my hidden dreams. Is this a realistic rendezvous? Is this the lingering look that was blown away by the wind? It was as if I had touched the embankment of love and the drizzle of spring.
The bamboo swayed in the wind, and the shaking was clearly her slender and graceful demeanor. She was walking towards me step by step, approaching my panic.
Walking in her eyes, let me miss the eyes that I forgot to return, I hope to wake up soon.
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