If you don't have a relationship, you can't fall in love.

Gently wake up the sleeping heart, slowly open the confused eyes, looking at the colorful world in front of the eyes, it seems that the sleeping heart has awakened. The melodious sound of the piano sounded in the ear, combing the countless strands of thoughts in the bottom of my heart, the unspeakable lingering still lingers in the mind.

Our love is the beginning of previous life and past life.

The west window of sunset, the twilight faded away the purple clouds, sleepless at night, leaning on Xuan fence alone. Hold a long curtain of thoughts, swaying on the willow. The hazy cloud moon is floating in the air, taking me to the distance, the infatuation and infatuation are watching in the moonlight. Although the mountains and rivers are long, but in the sleepless moonlit night, I can still feel the yearning for each other, let the two telepathic hearts cross the time and space of the mountains and waters, stretch out the arms of love, embrace each other affectionately, let the damp feelings hide away from the desolation, throw myself lightly in the memories, and let the light and comfortable dust heart be light in the warmth.

Through the distant night, raising my eyes to scan the vast expanse of the world of mortals, I could not help but think about it. There was a feeling of sadness in my heart, and I deeply remembered the beautiful woman with outstanding temperament and bright physique of my lover in the distance.

Yes, people tend to be sad about the sweetness of the past. In the short journey of life, or still in the world of mortals, the Iraqi people are not there, the suffering of the soul is a metaphor for scattered and disorderly poems, the flashy desolation disturbs the empty mood, suddenly looks back, the sky is like an account, and the past, such as clouds, can not bear to look back, depressed how many virgins looking for true love. Autumn evening breeze, blowing my heart throbbing, her afterscent seems to ripple in my side, do the guardian of the world of mortals, so that the thoughts of the night, such as catkins scattered, light dancing, spread into a magnificent sea of flowers, that is the wonderful spray of life.

After tasting the joys and sorrows of the world, I miss the soft moonlight. The footprints of the trail gradually came with the wind, and the mumbling warmth was firmly cast in my heart, but carefully opened the dusty memory.

Previous life, love on the road, wind and rain, rainbow, laughter, tears, that once a little bit, not delayed by the infinite vicissitudes of life. In the streamer of Tian Man, I have been holding your hand and expressing affection to me. I am affectionate, you are full of tenderness, there are so many romantic imprints under your feet. Experienced how many times of rain and snow storms, but also did not go away with the passage of time? We yearn for the legendary end of time. I want to know whether a romantic encounter can withstand the rinsing of fleeting time. Even after life, it can last forever?

The light of the moon caresses the rings of the sky, and the years pass through the winding path of vicissitudes of life, vanishing through the ages, the falling flowers in all directions, leaning on the soft wind of the sky, pursuing the lingering and elegant beauty of the past, embracing your graceful beauty, which is the yearning and yearning of eternity.

Hazy back to the past life, I walked in the Dongting bank, Liu Si's Yiyi sentiment, permeated around you and me, your figure embedded in my eyes, at that time, the lingering wind, rain and snow, are all affectionate hymns of mountains and rivers, is the eternal chant of Daijiao.

Once remember, that Zhengzheng oath: if I am a green leaf, you are a flower red, blooming together in summer, withering together in autumn, sleeping quietly with winter snow, looking forward to spring, waking up together. If you are the cloud of the blue sky, I am the wind of the nine skies. Blowing your sleeves, dancing with you in the sky. Do not hesitate to climb mountains and wade thousands of miles, as long as you are accompanied by your figure. If I am like flying snow, you are like Qiongyu clean ice. Gaze at the sky when it is sealed, clear when it is clear, and turn it into bursts of rain when spring comes, turning the world into a chic dream. If you are the singing warbler, I am the long singing lark. Stepping on the same notes and singing the same lyrics

I once remember that on the twilight path, we walked arm in arm to the forest cottage, sat on the ground, had a glass of muddy wine, talked freely to the drink, smiled at each other, and did not ask about autumn and winter. I knock on the wooden pestle and sing folk songs, and you open your long sleeves and dance. In the night sleep, we hug and lean on each other, chanting the love song of helping each other. You said, if there is an afterlife, you and I are still the same, you said you are willing to turn into vines to wrap me around. I said that even if I suffocated and died, I would be deeply honored. Heh! That scene does not give up the pursuit, but it is a romantic fantasy, I think it is just a dream of tenderness, can leave a different kind of warmth. Even though we mistakenly drank forget water and Mengpo soup, I still love you deeply, miss you, and can't forget you. Your tenderness is always wrapped in my heart. Looking for you in the vast sea of people, looking for you in thousands of rivers and mountains. Our love is an earth-shaking agreement, ignoring the temptation of dazzling colors, we are still searching painstakingly, looking for our familiar sound and appearance.