In my dreams, my lovesickness for you is surging like a tide. My thoughts, soothed by the breeze, flowed quietly, as pure as a stream. At that moment, you quietly bloomed in my heart, like a brilliant flower waking up in the morning light.
After the baptism of wind and rain, those once gorgeous flowers are now withered all over the ground, with a wisp of sadness. It was a sigh in the middle of the night, a whisper among the flowers, and a deep miss for me. My dreams seemed to have become cold, as if they had withered away with the flowers.
However, no matter how the wind and rain rag, my thoughts of you are always unwavering. Let the tears of longing flow in the breeze, and let the depths of my soul bloom forever with your momentary beauty. In this boundless night, I would like to use all my warmth and thoughts to weave the most beautiful dream for you.
The moonlight is as soft as a light veil, gently shrouding the quiet night, making the Su Nian Jin Shi also dyed with a hint of melancholy. My heart is like a wandering cloud, with nowhere to put it, but to stand against the railing, speaking the language of my heart to the boundless night sky.
The depth of the night is like thick ink, and it is impossible to sleep. Thousands of thoughts float in my mind, like a lonely boat swaying in the rough sea. I closed my eyes and let my mind soak in the silence and serenity of the night, and gradually, my thoughts began to settle.
At the moment of low eyebrows, the beauty of the years bloomed beautifully in my heart like the first blooming flowers, silent but intoxicating. With a strong and endless longing, I weave you into an eternal melody in the passing years. I would like to join you in a silent conversation at the moment when the meteor pierces the night sky, and go to a spiritual appointment that transcends words.
The light petals, like the light skirt of the dancer, quietly converge and weave a dream. And in this dream, sorrow is like a melancholy that has been carefully cut, every inch is there, and it is entangled in my heart. Have you alienated the beauty of this wind and moon in silence, or have I disturbed the peace of this pool of spring water?
In the bosom of the rainy season, I gently cut a wisp of red dust smoke and hung it from the window of my mind. Let the picture scroll of life bloom with brilliant colors under the moisture of the rainy season. I listen to the symphony of the wind and the rain, and let the lovesickness flow freely in the bottom of my heart.
In the drizzle, I looked back on the past, and those bits and pieces of the past, like broken lovesickness, condensed into affectionate sighs. In the dream, I cried in a low voice, and only the cold moon testified to see the loneliness in my heart. The sound of the flute in the dark night is even more desolate, making me feel the impermanence and loneliness of the world.
A light breeze, carrying a little sad raindrops, came quietly, and washed away the pent-up clouds in my heart in an instant. However, I know that as long as the flame of love in my heart is still burning, even if the world in front of me has become bleak, I can still face life with a smile and move forward fearlessly.
Thoughts pass through the barriers of the seasons, quietly blooming into a warm beam of sunshine in the heart, decorating each other's scenery into vivid pictures, leaving a deep imprint of red dust. The first light of the morning, the spring breeze is light, the pear blossoms are fragrant, and every moment seems to be sighing, lamenting the shortness of the flowering period.
Xianyun asked me, Mingyue sighed, why is Xiaoyue so haggard? The words have been exhausted, but there is still a need to add a little more banana night rain. In the smoke and rain and red dust, we gaze affectionately, deep and meaningful, but like autumn pear blossoms, we are disappointed by the ruthless years.