The wind and clouds, the moon reflects the cold river, and the lovesickness is like a lone star in the night sky, flashing with endless brilliance. Sitting alone by the window, my heart seems to be chaotic, and the pain of lovesickness is indescribable.
Acacia is a disease in the heart, and there is no cure. It is like the long river, which stretches endlessly and has turbulent waves. The former mountain alliance and sea oath have now become a thing of the past, leaving only the faint lovesickness, which lingers like a shadow.
In the dead of night, the moon hangs in the sky, sitting alone in the boudoir, and my heart is like numbness. The flower note in his hand records the bits and pieces of the past, and those sweet memories have now become a sharp blade in the heart, stinging the fragile heart. Tears slid down on the flower paper, turning into lines of poignant poems, telling the pain of lovesickness.
Acacia is a wordless and unfounded, empty and difficult to find. It is like a fallen leaf in the wind, drifting in the wind and unpredictable. What was once a mountain alliance and a sea oath has now become a whisper in the wind, which is difficult to capture. Lovesickness, like the invisible wind, cannot be touched, can only be felt.
Don't waste tears on the flower note, the pain in your heart can not be solved. The handwriting on the flower note has been blurred, but the lovesickness in my heart has become clearer. It is like the reflection in the river, although it is illusory, it makes people unable to extricate themselves.
The pain of lovesickness is indescribable. It is like the endless darkness, swallowing every inch of the mind. But even so, I am still willing to immerse myself in this lovesickness, because it is the only connection I have with him.
Lovesickness, like the endless river, can never stop. It made me feel the pain and beauty of life, and made me know how to cherish and let go. Even if I endure the suffering of lovesickness, I am still willing to persevere, because this is my agreement with him.
In these long years, I will continue to write about my lovesickness, even if I can't find his trace, even if I can't touch his heart. Because I know that lovesickness, like the river that stretches endlessly, it will always flow in my heart and become the most beautiful scenery in my life.
Acacia is a no-nonsense word, don't waste tears on the flower noteBut even so, I am still willing to immerse myself in this lovesickness, because it is the only connection I have with him. I will turn this lovesickness into the most beautiful poems and treasure them in my heart forever.