If there is an afterlife, live up to lovesickness, accompany you to see the flashy

I was born before I was born, I was born old, I hate that I was born late, I hate that you were born early, I hate being born at the same time, I am good with you every day, I am away from your cape.

-- inscription

Holding the predestined fate of the previous life, whether this life will meet, as in the past season, alone choked up, Qian Qian lonely said love, only for you to write all over.

Is it true that every encounter is doomed in a previous life, wasted a lifetime, in exchange for an occasional shoulder brush in this life; is it a look back 500 times in a previous life every time? is it because you overthrew that bowl of Mengbo soup on the bridge that you found me in memory and wrote a contract renewal for our previous life?

Meet, so accidental, but also so inevitable.

I pass by your territory gently, your eyebrows and eyes are left in my heart. From then on, two unrelated people began to interweave. You walk into the bottom of my heart, I go deep into your city. Understand you, is from the moment to read you, your sincerity, your ambition, your unique character, like a gardenia emitting a faint fragrance, attracting me close. You tell your story, outline the rough life, I listen quietly, occasionally show pity expression, but never break, let you tell them eloquently, and you step into those vicissitudes. You talk about your dreams, you tell me those plans in detail, I acquiesce and give you a look of praise. Your words are most sincere, every word is honest.

In that way, you like a wisp of spring breeze moistened my heart, with a trace of sweetness involved in my heart valve, the exhausted heart has been completely revived. And you say, I am like your other soul, fit with your soul. Your perception is like my heart, coincidentally, you know, I understand. Our encounter, like the old friend, quietly, but already blossomed in the heart.

Surprised to feel that Acacia is not exposed, it turns out that it is only because it has been to the bone.

Unconsciously, you have become my habit, I wait every night, only for your reply, to say good night to you. During the day I put the tenderness of last night to support me to put my busyness in place. At night, I look forward to waiting for you to go online, listen to you talk about the experience of the day, taste your worries, read your joys, and discuss life trivialities with you.

You say that I am the Weiyang city you passed by, lighting up your lights, and there will be no more silence. You said that the surface of your lake caused a ripple because of my passing, and it was no longer lonely. You say I am the sunset of winter, injecting light into your frozen heart.

Unconsciously, you become my introduction, let me blindly find you as medicine, from then on Acacia, inch spread, implanted into the bone marrow. Don't ask for medicine, let it engulf the heart.

In those days, you become my only hope, I bury the troubles of the day, only because of your relief, I hide the loneliness, only because of your interpretation, the dream is lost, there is still you, there is warmth parked in my deep harbor.

You said, hate time to live up to, miss our lives, this life I am that plain lotus, but you frost stained temples, you have already got married, but I am unmarried. Missed by life, spent time.

Do not say that those words are heavy, so that I dare not speak, your meeting, my appointment, is not a beautiful encounter, amazing time, warm years. But after all, it is the people of two worlds, separated by a wall, the strongest wall, you can not get out of the siege of marriage, and I dare not easily tear it down.

Buddha said that every accidental encounter is an inevitable cause and effect. And we meet in the fleeting years, whether it is the fate that has long been doomed in the previous life and continued in this life. Otherwise, it will not be, we hit it off, you step into my soul, I understand your loneliness.

You said you would accompany me through the setting sun and talk about the west window; you said you would share wine and hemp with me to build a messy family; you said you were willing to accompany me to Castle Peak and live up to spring; you said you were willing to spend your whole life and hold hands with me. You said you were willing to read me and read every level like a poem; you said you were willing to read me, and you said you were willing to read me, as graceful and mournful as Tang and Song ci, not caring about my loneliness, reading all my sadness and keeping me warm for the rest of my life.

Acacia is too beautiful to dare to get drunk with others, such as a person is very drunk; Acacia is too bitter, wine into the intestines, always smack endless bitterness. I will take care of your love and treasure it properly. The promise is so beautiful that I can't help but keep the appointment, but my steps are hesitant to step out of the city wall.

In this life you come to my city, open my closed heart and sing there; you turn around your fingers to put aside my cool, enchanting lonely fireworks. You say I am your pool of clear water, warm and moist your eyes, and your dry eyes can no longer shed tears of joy. You said that if you are not old, I am still beautiful, can we rewrite time? With time as a matchmaker and time as a matchmaker, we will go to the end of time.

I was speechless and silent until I sobbed. Heartache, your helplessness is also my helplessness. I was born before I was born, and I am old.

Acacia from what, no one can understand, drunk lying in the city, everywhere neon, wine glass in a blue sky. In the blurred lights, I finally wet my eyes. Some things must become a memorial to youth, hidden in the years, stop in the lips and teeth.

The most beautiful love in the world is to meet you with the same heart song in the most beautiful years. The greatest regret in the world is that you can't realize it because you have the most beautiful, just like you pour out my city, but you can't promise me a lifetime of peace.

Instead of falling in love, it is better to stop the flood. Say goodbye to each other and draw a gap between them. We can no longer cross the minefield, it is time that has put us in the wrong direction and is doomed to be fruitless. Stop looking, this is goodbye. I should let go, you have your life, I have my direction. From then on, I collected it all my life, completed a small print and kept it safe in my memory.

If there is an afterlife, live up to lovesickness, accompany you to see flashy.