Wind, blowing gently from afar, whether that place is your end of the world, I look from afar but think of your direction in the dark, you said that when I come to your side, we will never part again. Dear, you know, tonight I have the silence of the whole city, thinking of you in the leisurely melody, clinging to a thought just to be reunited with you in the warm spring. Look at the peach blossoms in full bloom, the season is more beautiful than the snow. My plain year, your brocade, I said that meeting is always an arrangement, you said that just met, neither early nor late, cherish love is love.
Think of the meeting at that time, it is still this season, unconsciously has gone through many days, every day is accompanied by each other, heart to heart is the happiest thing in my life. At this moment, I want to write the feelings in my heart on the white paper, even if you can never see what I look like when I miss you, even if it is a pleasure to silence myself in the loneliest night when I read it, because it is enough to have the love you give in my heart. The wind blows the curtain shadow moves, the night dyes Acacia, missing is a kind of temptation that can't stop, and I would like to put it into the world of words, with my pious attitude to write an everlasting.
Keep quiet, I wait for you to come, wait for you to step on a breeze from far away, pick up my thoughts and kiss my beauty. Maybe a lot of time, I just can't see you, just like across the misty rain, across the landscape, across the distance of time and space. Rain falls, a slight coolness floats to the palm of my hand, the reunion of rain and wind always brings poetic prosperity, just like time keeps walking along a tunnel of years, and time echoes its affectionate whisper. Dear, I'm sorry, I can't write any language poems for you. I only put the most loving confession in the waiting time, watching the flowers charming the look when I read you in the whole spring.
I can't calculate how many simple days will be drowned out by the time of not being clean. I just hope that the rest of my life will be safe with you. There is no need for wealth and glory, as long as time is quiet and indifferent, the two are accompanied by gray hair until their later years, and they are still the ones who love each other most in their hearts. Heart, quietly walking in the world of time, put strands of thoughts flying in the night of missing you, although there is no trace of the stars at this time, but the mood is still beautiful and warm when I think of it. Looking at the distant night sky, how much I want to lean on the temperature of time to the arms of the night and write an article about love by all the ethereal beauty.
Perhaps, affectionate words will always hide a sensitive and delicate heart, because love, will be desperate to wander in the world of mortals, and so on can not wait for strangers to rise, along with the fate of the dust to their own fate. Perhaps there is no need for any reason to carve a promise on Sansheng stone, just like never need any excuse to fall in love with someone, love is love, such as a clear and transparent state of mind of tea, waiting for a long time around the finger is the encounter between soul and soul. If you know that silence is also a kind of happiness, if true love is the reunion of you and me for a long time, then one day you will still remember what I look like? You said that you would find me in the afterlife, and I would never leave until I see you again.
Silence, not because too lonely, many times will inadvertently think of you. I can read the beauty in the text but can not escape the whirlpool of missing, how many times are drunk in the dream of you, you will smile to me, will talk to me, will embrace me with the most gentle feelings, I know that I am happy in this colorful fleeting time with you. You say that you love me until you have gray hair on your temples; you say that you spoil me so much that no one can afford to spoil me any more; yes, you love me as much as I love you without vigor but with the purity of a clear spring. Tonight, let me miss you with the fragrance of a cup of coffee and listen to a peach blossom crossing in the spring of March.
Deeper and deeper black, the mind has long been covered with a mysterious veil of night. There is a breeze on my face, can not wake up a curtain of dreams, the world of mortals is doomed to let me fall in love with you in the reincarnation of this life. This March spent the same time, but I can not write graceful lines, for you to send a piece of plain language to read, straight to your place. If you can, with the tenderness of my low eyebrow to read the moment when I first saw you, you are no longer the shadow I am looking for in the dim lights, and I am no longer the Iraqi who is out of your reach on the water side. Now, we really meet, really love, really miss, I want our love to be together no matter how far away, hug each other.
Tonight, so allow me to miss you, with the smell of ink, gently think of you, simple and warm, no resentment and no regrets.
Words: no makeup and silence
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