The world of mortals is full of flowers and the spring breeze is soft. I hope to win a person's heart, and never part. Weak water 3 thousand. I only take a ladle to drink, and my face is perishable. I only love it, and I will wait for you to return at the drizzling pavilion.
Maybe we all have a dream, in which a lonely girl is waiting for herself, holding her hand in the sunset, watching the passage of life together, watching the rings of the years together, and crying beautifully together in the prosperity.
Time goes by, the world of mortals is rolling, and time is slowly flowing away by my side. I always love emotions. In the past, there were 3,000 people in the world of mortals, but the dust around them was unremarkable, flowing gently in their hearts, feeling the truth and falsehood of this world, and always disdaining to distinguish. I thought I could give up some feelings lightly. I thought that some things could be buried gently. I thought that no amount of love could surpass the hypocrisy of reality, but I made my own way on this world of mortals. Vines. Vines lock people's hearts. I also want to belong to the road that everyone goes. Fate has given me a heart of pity. Who can give up so easily? It comes from the same root as the body, so how can it suffer from each other? So, I can't bear to give up, and I won't give up.
It's drizzling in the countryside, like tears from angels. Inadvertently, the autumn wind blows, bringing a cloud and autumn leaves floating freely in a space. It is a bleak harp, lying on the ground slowly and quietly, and raindrops slip through its wrinkles. It is the vicissitudes of life when the dust settles, and it is an ordinary feeling. Separate tears, one by one, like a broken heart, quietly dormant in eternity, easily falling flowers.
The heart is still warm, the running water can't see through, the picture can't see through, wandering in one place. Who can solve this puzzle, the long-cherished wish of thousands of years, the reincarnation of past lives, and a tear that fell unintentionally in the air at that time? Who can stand side by side, see flowers in the fog, flowers are like dreams, and the water in the mirror is indifferent. I used to think that I was an orphan in this beautiful world and a passer-by abandoned by the world of mortals. The world of mortals is too disorderly and chaotic. I don't want to pay attention to it, understand it and blend in with it. However, I have an unconscious insight into everything. I know I don't want to do it, but I can't.
Maybe I'll never do it. Maybe I'm too idealistic. I walked through the long night and the crossroads of the world of mortals. I'm past the age of dreaming, but I'm still living in a dream. I am filled with emotion, but I can only stand on the other side alone and watch quietly. I don't want to fall in love with this world easily To the world, you may be one person, but to me, you are my whole world.
There are always some people who leave their sight, but leave a past. There are always some people who have gone far and survived in life. If the fate of dust is ups and downs, we will always use some comforting words to free ourselves and pack ourselves into indifference to the world with a false mask. In fact, we are all very fragile. Who knows the bitterness under the strong disguise, casual touch will penetrate the bottom of my heart. Always create a noisy atmosphere to cover up inner loneliness, in fact, he is still a lonely person. Autumn water doesn't understand the sadness of fallen leaves, how can the night wind know the lament of clouds? Only the sleepless raindrops beat the decay of the years and listen to the time.
Some people say that I am an insecure child. I always observe everyone. I will only hide in my heart and cry quietly, and don't want to tell anyone about my sadness. I always tell my pain and persistence like myself. Maybe I don't want to say it because I know. Maybe I will watch it silently, because I can see it clearly. The Buddha once said, I will look back 500 times in my last life, and I will look back in this life, and so on. Millennium, etc., only for one purpose: a hundred years in the same boat, a thousand years of pillow breeze, times have changed. Too many things gradually fall into the dust and turn into traces, and too many people gradually disappear into eyes and turn into traces. Whose passerby, whose return?
Young and frivolous, young and fleeting, indulgent youth, psychedelic emotional wounds, casually spilled, life will leave a trace of indifference, faint fragrance, old age comes as scheduled, but you can also talk in Kan Kan, humble and impatient, telling all the lost years, telling the stories of the past, and sticking to your dreams. Perhaps life is just that.
Like loneliness, I will carefully remember everyone who has appeared in his life, and I will always think of you. On the night when the stars fell, I was moved by the dust again, and then I cried on the night when the stars were shining all over the sky. It will be unforgettable and deeply grieved, but I still missed it because we have already missed it. Thousands of years ago, on Naihe Bridge, who drank the bowl of Meng Po soup first? Who was the first to deviate from the tunnel of time in the past reincarnation? I may have buried you in a previous life. I may be the first person to see you in my last life. I have been dormant in time and space for thousands of years, just for the reunion at that moment. I suddenly saw you coming to me and I held your hand. At that moment, I was crazy about love and my life. At this moment, I took care of each other. At that moment, I just missed you and the DPRK because I felt your looking back. At this moment, I hope to win a heart and stay together forever.