Life is like a play, and drama is like life. You look at the stage, I do it on the stage, imagine the play you want to do. It's you in the play, it's me outside the play, I hate Qingqing on stage or me off the stage, not me and you! A kind of lovesickness, two sorrows, only to frown, but on the heart.
Perhaps, in this life, you are destined to be an insurmountable love barrier in my fate. I know that in the future, you will always be entrenched in the depths of my heart, even if I love you and lonely all my time, I will still keep my memories, in the season of green, fat, red and thin, in the days of joy and sorrow, I will pour out my obsession for a lifetime.
Hongchen has been drunk for a thousand years in a dream, accompanied by a lonely song. For you, I am drunk with a thousand catastrophes of reincarnation, pale the short and eternal love of this rolling red dust. In the poetry of the millennium, drunk your charming wine with a smile on the flowers, once the sea turned into a few dreams, the moment of the epiphany, whose fingertips inadvertently flowed through the millennium of time, locked the fragrance of the moment in the melancholy heart.
Recalling the past, the red dust is misty and lovesick, the dust is long and lovely, the mountains and rivers are separated by two vast, and the road is obsessed with a thousand years. Looking at the present day, Hongchen is drunk with a smoke, the fate is scattered like smoke, the mirror flowers and water and the moon have been broken, leaving a hollow mind to think of the past. Sigh the flowers bloom, the flowers fall, the flowers are full of the sky, love comes, love goes, love follows fate. This is a season of flowers, but also the season of flowers, flowers bloom and fall, the origin of the fate of the fall, the love of love, the origin of the extinction.
Who is waiting for a thousand years, who is intoxicated and who forgets to return, who is under Bodhi, making a wish with blood and tears, just waiting for the spring flowers of this season? Who is reverently reciting whom, whose figure lingers in whose eyes? Who writes a thousand years of love in whose words? A dream of red dust, after all, is for you, drunk for a lifetime of red dust, lost in this life to return!
For you, I am drunk and lying in the morning glow, obsessed with every land you promised, and watched the flowers bloom and fall season after season. I only wish you happiness and well-being. If you don't want to, you will break my gut again for me.
Time is quiet, and I will not be old and pour my life into exchange for quiet years. If the years are quiet, I will smile and not grow old. Time will remember that those things that have always been the same, those years of tranquility, certain things, hidden deep in the heart, will never grow old.
I was thinking, if after experiencing the prosperity and desolation of this life, if the sideburns gradually became like residual snow, if the frost, rain and snow turned into a rainbow on the horizon, would you be willing to join hands with me to grow old?In this quiet time, can you accompany me and watch the clouds and breeze light?
I don't know what to do, and I love deeply. Love does not know what to rely on, but it will not swerve until death. If you haven't met, who has ever remembered the vicissitudes of life. fell in love, only to know that I had entered the cycle of lovesickness.
On the red dust road, there are you and me, hand in hand, walking through the wind, walking through the rain, and the end of the cape, never letting go of each other's hands. Close to the end of the world, eyes facing each other, hand in hand, snowy days, you hold up a warm sky for me, your embrace, is my warmest harbor. You said that in this life, you will shelter me from the wind and rain and prevent me from being wronged in the slightest. I said, in this life, I would like to hold an umbrella with you, and walk through the wind and rain forever.
An understanding, quiet walking, silent feeling, not noisy, not lonely, its eyebrows and eyes, are full of years of simple songs, no words, you know, I also understand. This season's spring flowers are blooming, you are here, I am here, and love is also there.
The spring breeze rises, the peach blossoms bloom, the lovesickness surges, the love is strong, I hope you are by my side, listen to my deep feelings, miss like a tide, surging in every night that thinks of you;I miss you in my heart, love you without regrets, and I am willing to go to every station in life with you. Under the sky of love, hold hands with you for a lifetime, see a prosperous life, and the red dust is warm!
Love is a heart-wrenching concern;Love is the interdependence of the heart;Love is a lifelong commitment. Let it change, heaven and earth, the love for you will never fade, and the love for you will never change. I will do what I say about you;The promise to you will come rain or shine. I love you, no matter how the world changes, my heart will never change, and my love for you will never change. Even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, even if the sky and the earth are cracked, my love for you will never change!
A song of red dust, for you to fall colorful, pour out the prosperity of the world. A season of flowers blooms, for you to be fragrant, blurred from the vicissitudes of the world. You know, I have been waiting for you for a thousand years, and I just hope that you can look at me, and it is enough. But why, my past and present lives, morning and twilight, are all your blank figures?
After a thousand years of waiting, I only got a rub shoulder, how dare I ask you to look back?The sky is red, withering the prosperity of this season, and your figure is gradually drifting away, leaving me standing alone on the other side of time, staring at your back. Thousands of years of waiting are like stars in the sky, twinkling with loneliness and longing. I watched quietly, expecting your glance back, but the apprehension in my heart made me speechless.
The wind blew gently, taking away my thoughts and your figure. I looked in the direction you were leaving, and my heart was filled with endless melancholy. Those vows and promises that were once made are now the deepest secrets of my heart. I didn't dare to touch it again, for fear it would hurt my heart.
The sky is red, as if the prosperity of this season has withered. I looked at the falling petals, and I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart. They used to be so beautiful and gorgeous, but now they can only wither silently, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.
I closed my eyes and let the wind blow across my cheeks and let the tears flow in my heart. I know I can't continue to ask you to look back, because that's beyond my reach. I can only silently wish you and hope that you will find true happiness in the days to come.
A thousand years of waiting was only exchanged for one rub shoulder. Perhaps this is the arrangement of fate, let us meet in the vast sea of people, but after a short meeting, we each depart. But I believe that even if we can't meet again, those good memories and touches will always remain in my heart and become the most precious treasure in my life.