Under the vast night sky, holding a lotus nut, I walked home in the moonlight, wrapped in smoke, dyed with ink, played a piece of acacia, wrote a poem entitled Jun, and always wanted to rub the moonlight into my mind, sing a love story, and cross Qian Shan to spend thousands of miles with you. I always want to draw tender feelings into clear words and write down a kind of hope, waiting for you to come on horseback and stay together in the water. I am waiting for you to grow old with the years. Waiting for you, facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring.
Through the sword shadow, I experienced the cycle of life and death. For you, I will wait for you with this life, waiting for you, laughing like a flower in the world of mortals. It's just this fate. One thought is life, and two thoughts are robbery. From then on, you suffered and I sank. Feel your pain, touch your pain, your pain, my pain. How I want to hold you in my arms, so that I can avoid the storms of my life. In this life, who leads the Wulin, I only bend my back for you.
At night, the silence remains the same, and the thoughts remain the same. Why do you stubbornly refuse to sleep? You said that you would always stand where I could see you, and I was silent. How should I speak? Only in a quiet place, wipe away wanton tears, and engrave deep thoughts into shallow dreams with a pen full of affection. In the breeze, I am full of worries and miss you day and night with a gentle voice. When you look back, I will become a little flower for you and sit in your eyes forever. ...
Time flies, flowing through your fingers; A pulse of acacia, incense in the book. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, and I'm waiting for an unknown return date in the misty rain. What year is this year? The rain falls without a trace, and it is difficult for a lonely shadow to be in pairs. There is only one unforgettable yearning that lingers in the vast sea of people and can't sleep all night. I said, I'll wait for you, you said, wait for me. My love, like a lotus flower, blooms in my heart. If you really love and have no regrets, I will live and die together.
Missing is like sugar, sweet to sadness, writing pen to coagulate feelings, drunk to tears. Acacia withered everywhere, hurting my waiting when I came. It is said that waiting is the first old age, but after the passage of time, love has become a mulberry field, but you have been slow to return, leaving me alone to pour a city, a person distressed.
In this life, I am just your gentle woman, and I will use my life to be a person. In this life, you are my deepest attachment in the world of mortals. For this most beautiful meeting, I am willing to bear the pain of missing for you. Even if the ends of the earth, I will stare at you deeply and crush you in my soul, so that I can be worthy of knowing each other in this life. Maybe you are the scenery that I can't touch after all, but I am immersed in your deep feelings until I am old. My persistent guardian is only for meeting without regrets.
Meeting in this life is fate, and staying together for life is a blessing. Meeting you is my most beautiful fate, falling in love with you is my life's robbery. Acacia is a slightly painful loneliness, and love is a sweet torture. There is no deeper love than this. If you know what I mean and feel sorry for you, you must ask for it. Missing each other is the tender feelings of soul blending, knowing each other and lingering dreams. If the heart is connected, you will understand that if you never leave, I will live and die together, and I will not ask if it is robbery or fate when I meet you.
If loving you can save you from all the pain, then I will. If loving you can wash away the troubles of your life, then I am willing. If loving you can bring happiness to your life, then I will. I would like to sing deep feelings with the breeze and miss you when the wind rises; I would like to express my love with pen and ink, and miss you day and night; I would like to integrate tenderness into your life and wait for you in the afterlife, waiting for you to see through the scenery and accompany you to grow old together. I will be in your heart as long as you like.
Looking up, the moon is missing and round, and in a blink of an eye, the sea has changed. As time goes by, memories are stranded, and only the thoughts that fall into the world of mortals will remain unchanged with the passage of time. The lingering thoughts, lingering, slight pain, memories and warmth in the wind swept across this shore and reached the other shore. This affection, just like you and me at the beginning, is still at the origin, waiting for the attachment of the horizon. Love for thousands of years, two hearts are connected, dreams are close at hand, just waiting for that life, and the soul is connected with dreams.
If possible, let me live in your dream, at least I can feel your breath and hear your love. If you can, let me live in your heart, at least look into your eyes, according to your affection. If possible, let me exist in your life, heart to heart, become a butterfly flying together, and write a legend for life. What about this world? I just want your heart. The most beautiful fate in my life is to meet you. The most beautiful thing is not the scenery, but you.
I have been searching hard in the vast sea of people, just to find the heart that cherishes each other. I have been waiting for you in past lives, just to wait for the person whose soul is connected. Once deep in the sea, now deep in love. Meeting is the attachment of this life, and thinking of you is the most beautiful legend. No longer sigh that there have been many emotional injuries since ancient times. It is a kind of beauty to drink acacia alone and get drunk. In my dream, I traveled thousands of Baidu just to wait for you, under the dim light. Because, my heart, you know best.
If you are my destination, why can't I put down this worldly prosperity and stay with you? If you belong to me, I am willing to give up this floating world and follow you to the ends of the earth! If you are my passer-by, I'd rather turn into a fireworks, dry it where you look up and turn it into a sunset glow. If you are my family, I would like to be white-haired and laugh at his life and death. ...