Really want to say "encounter"

Really want to say "encounter", even if this encounter makes me feel all kinds of helplessness and entanglement. I still want to talk about the encounter in this life, even though this encounter has consumed my thousand years of love and attachment. Encounter, the encounter in this life is the result of our practice and the pull of fate in the previous life. Encounter is originally very beautiful. When we encounter, we can hold hands and walk along the same path. Dreaming of the boundless scenery along the way.

Don't tell me, on the day of the encounter, how beautiful the sky is, only the flying tears are beautiful. I only know that when encountering, it is not only accompanied all the way, but also countless disasters.

When we met, you said that I was your lifetime of luck, and there would be no regret even if the world disappeared. When we met, you said that even if tomorrow is the end of the world, we could still look at each other on the Naihe Bridge.

Encounter is really beautiful, and encounter should really be cherished. But we just met. There are countless encounters on the road of life. If we can't catch it when encountering, just turn around and leave! Don't wipe your tears for you, and can't withstand your temptation. Maybe we can only talk about the days of encounter that still leave traces in my heart.

I like snow, the snowflakes dancing all over the sky. In those days of encounter, you gave me too much romance, making me forget that the sky is always drizzling. I like dreams, colorful dreams. In those days of encounter, you occupied all the space in my dreams, making me pay too much real emotion for the dreams. I like romance, carefree romance. In those days of encounter, I was also quietly paying for the romance.

Can we still meet? If this life is just for encountering, I think encountering is very luxurious. If this life is just for encountering, I would rather be like two parallel lines, looking at each other happily. Without the beauty of encountering, there will be no suffering of parting. Walking in parallel, maybe we can still see forever. At the moment of encountering, turning around is to go our separate ways and go further and further away.

It's raining, and you are walking on your own road with an umbrella. The oath of encounter has long been blown into chaos by the wind, bit by bit, and I can't pick it up at all. I know that your umbrella is too small to hold too much depression and happiness.

The wind is coming, and you turn around and leave, leaving me alone foolishly looking at your leaving back in the wind. Is this the ending of encounter?

Why encounter? Is encountering really so beautiful? Why encounter? Can encountering really break a person's heart? Why encounter? Just encounter, don't leave me too much missing. Just encounter, don't make a promise for the next life.

I know that encountering is just the fireworks in the sky, which brightens your eyes for a moment and then falls. I know that encountering is the post station of your life, and after resting, you still have to set off. I know that encountering is just the concern you sprinkle in your spare time. After the concern is over, you will still put it down. I know that encountering is just your afternoon nap, and after the pleasant happiness, nothing will be left. I know that encountering is even a wonderful flower, but unfortunately your garden doesn't lack this flower originally.

I thought that putting encounter in my bag and not opening it again would make me forget. But it's too heavy to carry, and my steps can't leave.

Then let go of encounter, it's just a beautiful and exciting encounter. You are a kite flying in the air, and you don't want to tie your flying desire with a rope, then you can fly. In the sky, there is not only blue sky and white clouds, but also when the situation is cloudy and stormy, you will also miss.

Don't tell me about encounter again, encountering is just encountering, don't stay, don't entangle. For encountering, I have already suffered, been bitter, and lost my faith. It withers like a flower, and for a encounter, it withers my lifelong cultivation.