Loved someone deeply and loved him all his life.

Walk through thousands of rivers and mountains, read countless people, but only for you a red eye. When I wake up, because I think of your name, I push myself into the whirlpool of missing. If loneliness is the normal state of life, why should I meet you with ecstasy? Clean paper, scattered with a few feelings, the past, whispering countless ripples, like an old dream, but the pain is so real in my heart.

Spring breeze gently brushed the face, now, and think of whose tenderness? Fleeting in a hurry, the story once freehand brushwork, there will always be an end, that the most sad brushstroke, fell in whose hand, into a cinnabar, brilliant purples, printed in the vicissitudes of life. In a certain morning, or some dusk, the meeting will be condensed into missing, and then reduced to ashes on a sunny day.

Pick up an old time, review yesterday and your years are still good, flowers bloom and fall, origin, but also free, looking at your photo, no matter what the outcome, meeting you has been the luck of my life, no matter how many years in the past, still bright and warm in my heart. Like the passage of time, there is always a person, you miss very much but will not bother, you want to see but do not dare to see each other.

Those who care about you most are willing to understand you with their heart, and those who don't love you don't want to take the time to understand you at all. In your lifetime, you must grow old hand in hand with those who love you most and you love her most. You say, miss a person, is a lifetime, but you do not want to make do with, would rather be alone alone, the best time, love a person deeply, love all his life.

Feelings of the world, how much reluctant to give up, there are how many heartbroken, suddenly found that true love is always related to the vicissitudes of life, love a person, wait for ten years, let the heart old. The world of mortals, the wrong people will eventually get separated, and the right people will eventually meet. Looking back, the years turned into lingering words, the greatest sorrow of life is always paranoid in love with a person who does not love himself, but also find various reasons to defend him, thinking that he has also deeply loved himself.

You once asked me, why all the words are about love? I want to say that I used to love a person so much that I even regard him as a life and remain infatuated. Many years later, experienced the most painful parting of life and death, but he never appeared, I think, the wrong person can not stay, the right person will never leave, so tell myself that I will no longer see you in this life, sometimes obsessively waiting for you is just my own wishful thinking.

Sitting under a lone lamp, I let go, hoping that your journey will be smooth. Goodbye, the person I once loved very much, whenever I am sad, I will always think of your smile, think of what you have said, and remember everything we have experienced together. Then on the heartache of insomnia, over and over again can not sleep, distressed that once loved you deeply, I have done so many stupid things, just for you.