In love, I searched back and forth, but found that nothing could replace you to drive away the imprint of you in my heart. But this love, deeply rooted in my life's flight, cannot be expelled or escaped. Let's accept it, perhaps one day your shadow will leave, perhaps leaving an eternal imprint in my memory. I never hated you, I just woke up one morning and thought of you fiercely, missed you, missed you... Thank you for being the one I used to be, giving me reasons to miss you. In lonely places, tears flow, all because of the pain of missing you. When people are gone, prosperity fades away, but true feelings remain in the heart. Remembering your feelings and intentions, accompanying you in the next life. When I feel lonely, I shed tears. When I shed tears, I realize that I have never hated you with determination, but I love you even more deeply. I once swore to follow your footsteps and travel to the ends of the earth, and I once worked hard to hold your hand and walk with you through mountains and rivers. When I decided to leave with you, you still broke free from my grip on your hand, letting me call out in despair in my own world. Thank you for giving me those beautiful moments. Holding hands, originated from fate, breaking up, only the fate ends. Leaning against the small building, watching the snow drift, true feelings have already left. A smile lingers, never hurt, and deep affection lingers in the heart. The road ahead is rugged, fearless, only because love always accompanies. Transform those beauties into the driving force for progress, even if it is full of thorns, there are still beautiful landscapes from the past to embellish, and the moment of heart stirring conceals the melancholy of the future.
Flowers bloom and fall, tides rise and fall, fate comes and goes, come and go, all entangled with this old time. Time has passed, but the sound of the wind still lingers. The ferry still leaves behind a lingering fragrance, nourishing the falling petals, and reminiscing even more about the past. The innocence and graceful feelings of that girl, the flourishing of the youthful years, the solemn promises in the wind, flowers, snow, and moon, have passed through the world and passed by in the fingers of time. The tacit understanding of each other's hearts has warmed the mountains and waters of this journey. Old times, silent and silent, record the original intention, accompany growth, pure and innocent, happy and joyful. Nostalgia still lingers, hidden deep in the heart, trimmed by the gentle rain and breeze, the growing branches are soft and gentle. Every memory, every stroke of nostalgia, accompanied by the lingering fragrance of yesterday, the colorful and red sky resting in the rain, the person wiping their shoulders, and the things turning around, are like passing sandstorms, the autumn leaves falling, all in the cycle of replacement, a new beginning. Believe that after the haze, the sun shines brightly; believe that after the wind and rain, a rainbow fills the sky. That year and month, that nostalgia, once again remembered. The wind starts to sound, fate is together, slowly passing by with a stroke. In the golden years, the flourishing era of flowers flying and butterflies dancing, silently reminiscing, savoring emotions, may everything still be far away!
In the vast sea of people, meeting is a kind of fate. But the people you meet, because of the unfamiliarity at the beginning, need a process to become familiar. We didn't give each other much time and made some wrong judgments based solely on our initial feelings. So many people, without truly understanding each other, tend to communicate more, get to know each other better, delve deeper, let alone pay attention to each other, and then quickly pass by. We didn't think about trying to hold on too much in the past, everything was so naturally forgotten. When a person appears in life, there is always an inevitable meaning. Ignoring the other person's strengths is not important, but still thanking them for leaving behind good moments. I can't be true friends, but I wish the other person success and health! May there be some beauty in our brief encounter, only to remember the first sight. Yeah! Throughout a long life, how many encounters are there? How many people are willing to invest, and how many are willing to sincerely wait? I never thought about how much I could have, I just wanted a share without any benefits, a share without conflicts with each other, a share without real interruptions, just quietly accompanying happiness! But this kind of person can be encountered but not sought after. Although we all know it, we are still longing, waiting, and searching. One heart cherishes each other, and a person who understands appears, because we all feel a little lonely inside and need someone to accompany and warm us up!
Fireworks falling in the rain, red sleeves adding fragrance, all the poetic lines stained with sorrow are lonely songs of retirement. The monsoon blew the snowflakes white, and it was the caring lips that gently kissed the fluttering emotions one by one. The sadness of memory, gently exiled, in the smile of a flower, becomes an eternal flying appearance. Those flower affairs, in years of dreams, bloom into a vast spring. A story of flowers blooming but not yielding, where the breeze and fragrance of the flowers divide the moonlight equally, and your poetic heart rests in peace, surging in tears that have not yet fallen in your eyes. The woman with a faint knot of sorrow between her eyebrows, picking up your lonely thoughts with her fingertips, grafting your thoughts one by one under the cold moonlight. Raise your cup to the moon, drink all kinds of melancholy, the water flows away and the clouds remain, unable to lift a tear from the old year. Cutting through a thousand years of longing, falling on my heart, every drop hurts. The Pu Ya flower, which blooms every hundred years, grows in the peach garden of your soul, only for the ultimate expression in one day, and has been lonely for a lifetime. Xinran, I have passed through your blooming season and your youthful age. And some of the blooming things are related to me. Even after years of blooming, one can still smell that faint fragrance of the past. Always able to find the brilliance and emotion of time in the memories of looking back.
If you don't take the initiative, I won't take the initiative, and then our relationship slowly disappears. There is no one who can't do without each other, only those who don't cherish each other. One turn, two worlds. Having someone who loves, loves, and cares for you throughout your life is happiness. It's better for one person to feel pain than to chase after ten thousand people, and it's better for one person to understand than to spoil ten thousand people. Not everyone speaks their hearts out. Those who pass by are fate, and those who pass by are guests. I have waited for you, spent my youth, loved you with the most genuine heart from the beginning. I miss you, but don't disturb me. Just quietly miss you and keep the last bit of dignity for yourself. There is always someone in the world who keeps me up all night; There will always be someone who can piece together my helplessness; There will always be someone who holds my heart in pain; There will always be someone who I cannot forget. No one can enjoy happiness and joy for a lifetime. It is impossible to live a lifetime and always ensure that one is happy. Only through experience can one understand; Only by experiencing pain do we know how happy moments are; Only by giving can one receive rewards; Only through hard work do we realize how difficult happiness is; Only those who have failed know how difficult success is.
The flowers love the beauty of butterflies, the butterflies love the beauty of flowers, and the butterflies love the beauty of flowers. They are obsessed with one person, one city, one side, and one encounter. The Qixi Magpie Bridge interprets the legends of several generations, and the bridge legacy inherits the beauty of three lives. A door locked in the ancient silence, and in the moonlight, it was tinged with Jinse's heart. My original intention has not changed, I am persistent in my thoughts, guarding and providing for me. The fragrant grass twists my heart, and I am leaning on it, sitting in the shade of planted words, waiting for the distant sun that never sets; Without asking about the thorns and thorns, falling in love with you means falling in love with something wrong; Emotions remain unchanged, like moths catching fire; Wrong, right, without hesitation; Searching a thousand times, I am no longer with you; A door, a shackle! Write about lush greenery, fold a piece of paper with green mountains and waters, and dance gracefully for one person in the opera. Time shines like a cup, and the poetic scenery of rivers and mountains is like a painting among flowers. The beautiful road comes and goes, gently brushing the joyful face. Amidst the scattered dust, sorting and dripping, painting a door lintel with ink, writing down our initial thoughts, and meeting the spring events of bees flying and butterflies dancing, looking at the graceful emotions. The whispers of the wind are like the new swallows in early spring, guarding the longing of a window, writing about the crescent moon and the endless shallow moon affection. The winding dusk, no matter how late it is, quietly strolling through the past years, a person full of promises, once again delving into the lines of the past, murmuring numerous excuses, floating old fragrance, but in one sentence, the years have come to an end. All the attachments, all these things, stay alone in a cold moon, quietly rooted, silently silhouette falling silent, but speckled with coolness... I really want to cross this door, break free from this shackle, transform into feathers and butterflies, fly away, searching for the attachment under my eyes.
