I know that some love can't begin.
Once the heart is moved, it is difficult to collect the water.
However, in this red and dusty passer-by, you are a scoop of my three thousand weak water wishes, and it is also my unique preference.
For you, I made a mistake.
You say, we should be like two parallel lines, as long as they look at each other.
That's contentment.
But how could I?
Obviously moved, obviously want to get closer, how can you let go.
Waiting for a wasteland to be old, once upon a time, to me is a legend.
Now, I want to make a promise to you.
The rest of my life is not long, but I just want to stay with you, watch the flowers bloom and fall together, and walk through the most ordinary four seasons together.
Perhaps, I have missed the best flowering period, missed the rain of youth, missed the delicate beauty of blooming, but I don't want to miss the years after the flowers bloom.
In life, you don't have to be young to talk about love.
I give you all your favorites, I wish the world is cold, and I wish you warm as spring.
Meeting you is the fruit of 500 years of prayer in front of the Buddha in my previous life.
Falling in love with you is the most beautiful flower in my life.
Time may continue to pass, but my love for you will always be the same, just like the first time I saw you that day, you amazed my time and warmed my years.
Then, please accept my love, please accept my trembling heart.