There is a yearning called waiting, which blooms at my fingertips and ripples in your heart. Walking in the wind, wandering under the moon, staying in front of the screen, can't sleep at night. No matter when the figure in the dream appears, no matter how things change. Needless to say, I just feel silently, understand silently, and silently fill my heart with blessings. There is a kind of yearning called waiting, so close at hand, and yearning stretches thousands of miles across Qian Shan. The kapok tree has always maintained a posture, standing on a high mountain, letting the green vines slowly climb the trunk and entangle it. The wind and frost sword withered the green vine, but it could not change the attachment between the tree and the vine.
There is a kind of love called contradiction, which is confused because of care and painful because of neglect. Sometimes I can't bear the heavy love, but I can't find a reason to let go. Sometimes I really love you, but I have to face the reality. Too much investment is a burden, and inadvertently it is also harmful. What a dilemma. So I struggled between ice and fire, and found a balance between neglect and care. There is a kind of love called helplessness. No matter how deep you love or think, you can't get rid of the fetters of the world. Just like epiphyllum, it is a sad helplessness to spend a lifetime just for the glory of that moment, but it can't last its beauty for a while. Opportunities can't be repeated, and time can't go back. All stories are destined to have a beginning and no end. No matter how beautiful the plot is, it is hard to get rid of fate.
There is a true feeling called holding hands. You have accompanied me through this road, seen the most beautiful scenery, heard the most beautiful songs, won, laughed and cried, which is the most beautiful treasure in my heart. There is a true feeling called long-term, magnificent in calm, and close at hand in artistic conception. Enjoy the rare warmth in the sun, feel tenderness when you dream back at midnight, and interpret the eternal romance in the process of walking with your heart. It is such an emotion that floats into a clue of concern. You are on the other side of the line, and I am on the other side, feeling the meaning of existence. It is such an emotion that floats into a line of concern, allowing us to know ourselves and feel each other at the moment of fate.
If I remember you in my next life, I will practice dancing all my life, so that I can turn a pupa into a butterfly in my next life. In the flowers of Baise, you will be light and colorful all your life, dancing in a strange and beautiful spring. If you come, I will stop on your shoulder, fall on your ear, and occasionally, pass by your eyes playfully. If I remember you in the next life, I will practice flying all my life, let me turn my arms into wings in the next life, show you a light and colorful life in the blue sky and make a smooth and beautiful arc for you. If you come, I will stop at the treetop where you pass, fall in the distance where you look out, and occasionally, naughty peck at your open palm. If I remember you in the next life, I will give you my love in this life, let me turn my heart into a month in the next life, show you a brilliant life in a quiet night, and shine in a night full of dreams. If you come, I will stop at your window lattice, fall into your quiet dreamland, and occasionally inadvertently disturb your good.
I really want to recite a lingering acacia for you and warm each other's hearts in knowing each other. In the lonely world of mortals, I murmured past lives's attachment. I really want to play a long ancient song for you and warm each other's hearts in the company of interdependence. At the end of the world, waiting for the lingering past lives. Enter my poem, this life, I will wait for you in my poem, enter my dream, and I will wait for you in my dream in the afterlife. Come into my heart, no matter in this life or in the afterlife, I will wait for you in my heart ...