"You are my rose, you are my flower", Valentine's Day roses are flying all over the sky; Flowers are flying all over the sky on Valentine's Day.

After listening to simple songs over and over again, when I once sang "You are my rose", an abrupt sentence popped up in my heart out of place: Valentine's Day, roses robbed me.

After this section, it is necessary to rob and become a Buddha; If you can't pass the festival and the robbery, there will inevitably be stormy waves, which will affect your life, your life and your mood.

Love, love, you are my rose robber.

The first time we met, I saw the mountains and the water. Bright eyes, full of youth, love the world, love everything in the sun. At that time, you were twenty and I was eighteen, and my heart was full of cardamom. Time is so beautiful, you and I are holding hands, and the young chest is full of blood, liver, intestine and gallbladder.

At that time, the sun was pure and the moon was white; How sincere and lovely you and I were then; The season at that time, how legendary; At that time, you and I were the protagonists of the legend and a beautiful reunion that could not be resolved; You are here, I am here, not a moment earlier, not a second later. Such beauty erodes bones; That kind of love, ecstasy; At this time, there is nowhere to hide.

The happiness of you and me is a wonderful pen born in heaven. I think I'm drunk, and your vibrato tells me you're drunk, too. We fell in love at the best time.

Let's watch the mountains together. The mountains are beautiful. Let's watch the water together, how charming it is. In our sight of each other, you are riding a white horse, and my feet are shining.

We * * * went to the ball of life, red roses everywhere, red roses everywhere, red roses all over the world, and our hearts were obsessed. The dream is coming, and the sweetness wraps you and me. We are trapped in the cocoon of love.

When you dream for a certain period, you will wake up; Cocoons are limited and will break. First love is sweet, and lovers are elegant.

The Yellow River bends nine times and eighteen times, but the Yangtze River does not flow eastward. The waves of life are enormous; The water of life changes with the seasons. We are standing in our own river, and this moment is no longer that moment. Nature is a magic hand with its own spirit. The coming is unstoppable, the going is like running water, and you can't stay long.

Love, love, you are my rose robber.

When the wind blows, it cools down; When the flowers fall, they wither; When the snow melts, it is already disabled; As soon as the moon turned, it disappeared. Romantic, ever-changing, illusory and confusing. The separation of you and me is a complete absence of "the past and the present"; "This matter is ancient and difficult." It is futile to struggle. If you don't struggle, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop.

We are in the same cocoon.

At this time, you and I see that mountains are not mountains, and water is not water. My eyes are blurred and your heart is broken. When there is no harm, the lover, the person who has not crossed the field, the will to survive is like a boat, and my boat is self-contained.

You and I began to doubt the meaning of life, the value of living, the loveliness and credibility of society, and our minds were shocked and deafening, and no one could hear us. You and I are busy, and the sweetness of snuggling up to each other has become a broken tile, which is even more heartbreaking.

My soul is bubbling. What about you? I'll never hear your voice again. I think we are far away. Have you flown high, or are you crawling on the ground? My soul has turned into a pool of mud.

No amount of sunlight can penetrate my retina. I think my heart is blind. In other words, my soul never wants to open its eyes again-I don't want to see everything in the sun. The original brightness turned into night, the original purity turned into a ghost, the original clarity turned into a wolf, screaming, screaming, time is shallow, and years are deceiving. I think love has been possessed.

Love turns to dust and my heart dries up.

The road to hell is paved with a kind heart. I like the pure eyes after seeing the stubborn street. Kindness and wisdom are the best painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. This is the nirvana of the fire phoenix, and this is the rebirth of the red rose.

Lovers, we are lovers, not necessarily lovers. If it is mutual robbery, I really want to know whether you perished in the robbery or became a "Buddha" after the robbery. Love, break the cocoon into a butterfly. May you fly in a happy new life. "One love, one affection, one person, one life", love has been broken, and you have to give up, leaving only a youthful abundance.

Don't think of me, you can think of your youth, don't think of me, you can think of your innocence. In this way, we can "hold your hand and grow old with your son" with those who are lying on the pillow, and walk peacefully to the end of the Yellow River, to the mouth of the Yangtze River and through the ups and downs of marriage.

Long life, thank you, love, a disaster, let me know more about the truth and understand more deeply.

Love, love, you are my rose robber. Great love lasts forever, and great beauty hides defects.

After the emotional robbery, you and I became Buddhas and smiled at the flowers, not at the flowers, but also at them. Yes, at this time, you and I are watching mountains or mountains and water or water. The eyes are clearer and God is purer. The wind in my heart is harmonious; Flowers on the soul, brilliant; Snow in the bone, white; The moon in my heart is bright. I love everything in the sun more, including unbearable emptiness and lightness. At this time, the love in my heart is more pure.

"You see, or can't see me, I was there. Not sad or happy. Whether you want me or not, that feeling is there. Come or go. " Robbery also produces flowers, robbery also becomes Buddha, flowers and Buddha are roses, born in the world of mortals, without words.

Beautiful and delicate roses, with flowers, fragrance and thorns; Fragrant and charming, prickly and slightly forbearing; It's love, it's family, it's people who love each other.

Valentine's day, rose robbery; Great love, great beauty. Like a Buddhist relic, may you bless all lovers and all encounters in the world.