I know full well that all the time will grow old, just like the flowers bloom in spring. In front of the Buddha, you stand still and I feel sad. Buddha smiled: fate has dispersed, but still obsessed.
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Spring blossoms in March. Acquaintance in this season, seems to be a very beautiful meet! And his appearance, like the warm sun in early spring, filled my heart with warmth.
It is said that it is not easy to meet someone who knows you in this life! And I happened to meet him, he is considerate and delicate! I was understood during the conversation!
Like a solid lock hanging on the door, an iron rod takes a lot of effort, but it still can't be pried open. When the key came, his skinny body got into the keyhole, turned gently, and the big lock opened with a bang. Iron asked strangely, "Why can't I open it after so much effort, but you can open it easily?" The key said, "because I know his heart best."
Yes, he knows my heart! The dusty heart in front of him disintegrated instantly. Even desperate, completely sink! Friends say that feelings are innocent, and people are all emotional animals! I listened to...
Lies open the door to a beautiful story. I indulge in that feeling and don't want to wake up! Love is too deep to extricate oneself, but do not know how to face the truth of this lie, thought of the beginning, how did not think of how to end …... See him seriously in love, how I want to end! No longer let him suffer from that inexplicable lovesickness! I'm sorry. Over and over again!
Maybe when you confess everything, the end has long been expected. What is fate, asking for so many people? The arrangement of the vows of love and love is only for the moment of shoulder-to-shoulder, this life is predestined to meet, enough! The short and beautiful spring passed, the peach blossom thanked the spring red, too in a hurry. No matter how it ends, I am still grateful for this encounter! Will remember that there has been such a person in the world of mortals, remember that brief encounter!
Always like to shed their own tears in other people's stories, now, in their own world learned to cherish, learned to be sincere! May you cherish every affection and collect every emotion in the rest of your life. Because, all missed, will be life can not be copied scenery.
Already, fate has broken up! May you and I be all right!
(Wen / beautiful scalpel)
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