Please love me again.

Triangle plum in the sun, enjoy showing its charm, red flowers, such as burning fire, people intoxicated, as you gave the United States. Every corner of the room still has your aftertaste, and your clothes are neatly placed in the cupboard. That portrait is you personally prepared for my birthday, but before we have time to make the final conclusion, it is quietly placed there, as sad as my heart. How many times have I tried to tear it up or burn it, but it seems that I can't bear it. I do not know whether I am nostalgic, intoxicated, or unrepentant; I do not know whether I am in extravagant hope, fantasy, or fluke; I do not know whether things will turn around, I do not know, whether you will be as contradictory as I am. Even though there is still longing in my heart, the warmth you give, and your warmth is infinite; even though I still leave the past in the room, any traces of you, anything of you, have not changed; even though, I still commute to and from work as usual every day, and think that you are still washing and cooking for me at home. Even though, every night, I will painstakingly look forward to you, lonely often occupy all the space, I still hope that everything will change; even though dreams are no longer sweet, often tears wet clothes, but that kind of belief is still.

A deep emotion always makes people infatuated. Like those simple and elegant flowers in the mountains, though not so conspicuous, they are fresh and gentle; like a gurgling spring, although there is no grandeur of the waterfall, it is so sweet; like a plain life, although it is only firewood, rice, oil and salt, it is a true embodiment; often, true love is not sweet words, true love, not a hypocritical performance. True love is from the heart, although simple, but the aftertaste is beautiful in the heart; true love may be just random words and deeds, but always let people like a spring breeze; true love is the constant care of the bottom of the heart, true love is countless calls in dreams, true love is the promise of a lifetime.

I often think of those beautiful days. In spring, you accompany me to enjoy flowers and water, climb mountains and relax with me; in summer, under wisteria trees, you watch the moon, recite poems and watch fireflies fly freely around me; in autumn, you accompany me to see the fiery maple forest; in winter, light a red fire and paint with me. Sunny days, I am in a good mood, rainy weather, I will be happy; in the morning, facing the rising morning clouds, we go to morning exercises together, in the evening, with the afterglow of the setting sun, we go for a walk outside side by side. Whenever the day off, we always guess the fist to decide who does the laundry and who cooks. Although it is hard sometimes, we feel a kind of sweetness and endless laughter, filling the room with romance.

I do not know, I should not recall these past, I do not know, I should not immerse myself in it, I do not know, whether you have forgotten, or like me to remember? I do not know, your mood at the moment, I do not know if you are happy, I do not know if you are willing to go back to the past? If, that is only your wrong decision, if, you still sympathize with me, if, you will also miss the past, if you already have remorse, if you are no longer willing to wander, if we can meet again in this life, if you still smile at me, then please love me again.

Please love me again, I will review your tenderness once again, even if our lives come to an end, at least, there will be no more regrets in our hearts. If you must be the kite of heaven, please put the line in my hand, no matter how far you fly, always connect with the line, listen to my call; if you must be the wandering cloud, always yearn for farther space, please, can you think of me as your haven of rest, when you are tired, you can think of the warmth of home If you must be the wind that is far away, please, can you think of me as a towering mountain, which is where you park?

Please love me again, can there be no parting this time? Can we not go away quietly this time? Can we cherish each other this time? can we have the same tacit understanding as before, or be more intimate? You often sigh the beauty of butterfly love flowers, you often admire the affection of vines wrapped around trees, you often yearn for whether we can have such a situation, in fact, we have long been better than them. Have you forgotten? You often say that when you envy others, others are envious of you. I feel that I am like the injured white bird, and you are the soothing moonlight; you are like a stream, and I am the free fish in the water. You are the moon on the horizon, and I am the star on the side of the moon. Is it not lingering beauty that we do not part day and night? Would you please love me like this?

Please love me again, that pair, the picture you drew for me is still waiting for you, to do the final treatment, I am convinced that it must be an unparalleled beauty. The new clothes for you are waiting for you to try on. I want to see the beauty you wear. Please love me again, do you see? Rosy clouds have risen from the sky, and the stars and the moon are surprisingly bright. Please love me again, do you feel it? How warm the weather is tonight, the lights are dim, and that shining light is always bright for you and waiting for you.

Please love me again, do you know? In the days without you, I always call your name to send out loneliness, without you, the world only has an echo. In the days without you, even the voice of falling flowers is so clear. I am so affectionate, don't you feel sorry for me? Please love me again, let me feel the aftertaste of your love, I will read this beautiful, no regrets.

Author: a wisp of balcony