The night is very close to dawn, and it is still so far away from you. The lonely river is wide, and no matter how fast I try, I can't reach your expectations. The loneliness with wings wants to sleep in your arms for a long time.
When I open a relationship, I will get drunk, it is a bottle of acacia that has been buried for many years. Brush away the dust, but you can't miss you. No matter how far the road is, no matter how difficult life is, as long as there is love in your heart, the fall will be in your direction.
We finally met, immersed in your tenderness, and wanted to peruse every chapter of yours, relive every piece of the old text, and plant a relaxed and happy time. This is the way of love, the blooming of a leaf and a flower.
Love that has gone through hardships, full and juicy. The renewed passion, the pause and writing of each stroke seem to be burning, savoring, and the love that is full of branches is heavy, dancing in the wind, and staging the plot in the script.
Holding your hand, holding the long-lost happiness, and walking into your shallow smile. Can we still meet? In any case, love is a memory. In life, as long as there is a sweet moonlight night, it is enough, isn't it?