Give me courage in every desperate moment;
Let me firmly believe that there is a kind of love in this world that is worth waiting for all my life.
Let me know that there is also a kind of joy in this world, without reason or principle.
Just restore yourself to a child, cry when you are sad and laugh when you are happy. ...
In those years, with your company,
Those loves, please forgive me for not finding them at that time.
When a meter of flowers falls,
I know I can't wait for that moment,
Those heavy and magnificent pains.
Open the enchanting vines in your heart, and the more you struggle, the weaker you become.
Remember the first time we met?
Bit by bit throbbing, hesitating, expecting, peeping from a distance, waiting near.
When we started to run counter to each other,
Memory is a dose of poison, perhaps, only forgetting can be redeemed?
The pain of hiding a needle in cotton. It seems that a touch will break the faded glitz.
One meter of flowers, five years of silent growth, accumulated strength, only for four days of beautiful bloom.
I am willing to do anything for you.
Hope to adopt, pure hand.