In countless broken dreams, bits and pieces swaying with the wind keep piecing together your picturesque eyebrows in my mind. Your drooping eyes are smiling all the time, and the flowing skirt is blowing the flowers. Light years away, you are drunk, you are charming, and you have been addicted all your life.
In the vast world, how can I find you, how can I beg to meet you with a cavity of obsession, unless all kinds of flying smoke pass by. If the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and your eyebrows are my familiar side, how can I make a vow to grow old with my son?
Make it at sunrise, thank the flowers at sunset, sprinkle a glass of wine, and take advantage of the years to accompany you to the end of the world under a drunken moon.
Wan Li has a long way to go, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, until I saw Hua Lin Xie Chunhong and you bump into my eyes.
Consent coincides with cause and effect, you and I meet in a hurry, and the dome shines with stars. At the parting moment of that year, you were like this, holding my hand, holding a handwritten book written in tears, turning around and walking freely.
At the end of qingping, the wind is flying. Who is wrong? Hold it, your white dress is still old, but your eyes are dodging. Maybe I think too much. I don't want to give up everything related to you. I care too much about your happiness and sadness, and I care too much about the promise of waiting too long.
You are as white as ever, but you are no longer a naive teenager. Your eyebrows are still the same, but you have experienced difficulties and hardships. If the child is not a child, why not? Just as I am myself, I have changed my appearance and mind, and everything is a waste.
After waiting for a few years, tears condensed into lines and were printed in the chapters of the years. Your eyes are still shining with warm light, and I suddenly lost my flustered. The reappearance of love swept through the vicissitudes of life and broke into my chest like a flood.
You are my destiny. I'm crazy about you, and I'm doomed as soon as you show up. I don't want glory or wealth, as long as you love me, even if the sky falls? I just want to have a pair of hands to be held by you, and slowly wait for my hair to become Fahua with you, and go to the road ahead and have fun together.
This life is you, then next life, next life, I think of you. Love is meeting you safely, love is completed in the dark, love is holding hands with you to watch the wind and flowers fall, and the goods are dripping with joy and sorrow.
If there is an afterlife, I will look for your figure in the world, reread the old mountains and rivers with you, and never give up. I will never let go of your hand again and let you drift in the sea of clouds and get lost in the place of no return.
Things are complicated, prosperous and lonely. Holding your hand, my son and I will return.
She said she was shocked today and didn't thunder.
Spring thunder sounded, and I was shocked. The thunder didn't move, and I couldn't wake the worms curled up underground. Are you and I both people who refuse to wake up?
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Still cold, no colorful flowers, no grass turning green. Spring in the north is always late. Maybe the scenery, as she said, is always good elsewhere. My hometown, my north, is still snowing. It is waiting for the arrival of spring breeze, warming the yellow of willow trees and awakening the fragrance of grass. But I still love your place with four distinct seasons, because I am used to waiting for you, and the flowers bloom slowly and long.
I'm afraid it's just this agricultural proverb that changed the date. Eight or nine swallows have come, and now no new silt has been found under the snake-hollowed cliff, and there is no return date. Do you rest on the way to migration? When will it be late in the most beautiful season, waiting for who will come back with the most beautiful face, brewing an old Yan Yan mud, a world full of spring flowers.
At this time, an old friend sent an email with background music; Birds and fish; I am a fish and you are a bird. If you didn't delay again and again, if I didn't look around, there wouldn't be such unloved affection and love. You are a bird that can live anywhere, and I am a fish that has lost its body temperature. Flowers in spring, how do you know the fruits of autumn ... how can you ruminate the old songs of single cycle? Even a little carelessness will touch my heart.
I remember reading a passage from a young funeral beautician the other day. She said; When I was sorting out the faces of the dead in the morning, my next move was to delete the memories printed in my mind. So, she never remembers anything bad. The story of flowers and birds is just stranded in the rivers and lakes. Perhaps the best ending in life is that we all meet again on the sunny sea with smiles. Then, smile, the original world can be so wonderful, don't worry. Whether this is also a rivers and lakes laugh and forget grievances. Simple mind is the best. We are on our way. I hope it's just right
The past is like smoke, floating on the road of trouble; Full of thoughts, scattered on the lonely river. Back to the beginning of the dream, time flies, whispering a long picture, I am here, you are there. .
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Stand on tiptoe of fate and cross the fleeting time of love and hate. The fleeting time has brought me to the edge of the season. Looking at myself now, I am becoming more and more strange, afraid to look at the melancholy eyes and chase after you and me in the story.
God, just as you turned around, it began to rain lightly. I stayed in the ethereal world, savoring fragrant wounds and crystal raindrops, and stole a residual illusion from me. Idle thoughts, shrouded and released, have been that time, always emerging gently in sentimental dreams, which is unbearable. .
So, I began to look for the old story, which was so sad, helpless and incredible, although I knew that the old time was forgotten by each other in the feeling of "Time is not old, we will not be apart".
The rainy sky is always a bit lonely, inexplicably adding a little melancholy to my heart. Cold raindrops gently sing at my fingertips, repeating that unspeakable emotion. Since then, my world has been full of damp smell. .
Staying in such a season, carefully folding time, suddenly found that it is full of previously neglected scenery, sadness and loneliness, which is a interpretation of one's emotions, so tired and painful.
Silent memories of the past, in this way, guarding a window light, how much persistence and free will have gone. I don't know who took away the time in the story, leaving behind an intriguing fragrance forever, going in and out in my mind, carefree.
Rain, with the sadness of waiting, surged in the dense air and walked on my face. In this way, I was firmly imprisoned by that brief encounter, and I couldn't escape the illusion. It was just a person's imagination from beginning to end.
I suddenly feel that everyone in the world of mortals is in a hurry, and the direction of time is wandering without thoughts. That absurd youth will one day end in the depths of memory, because we have never walked on the same latitude and have been meeting in the wrong place.
If you miss the time, how can you draw a long scroll? However, day after day, year after year, we can't find anything back, and monotonous colors spread wantonly in the world.
Rain, falling quietly, moans sadly in coming and going. After years of dim lights, lingering in a lonely stranger, slightly cool, perched in the flowers of the years, beautiful and hard to touch.
I have imagined for countless times what kind of scene it would be if we never met. Maybe there won't be too many places to put down and read silently over and over again in the sad wind.
Passing by, passing by, you will miss it in the end. When the sun comes late, everything in the past will go back to time, and you will wander in the lush years, open your heart and slowly shoulder the loneliness, not thinking about the speed of time, but asking for no regrets at this meeting.
It is said that youth is a beautiful sadness. Maybe by that time, if we look at the pictures of the years, we will only be duckweeds. The scenery of the world of mortals has been seen through, leaving a long stream of water, which is thought-provoking ...
I try to make life simple and let happiness and loneliness drift with the tide, but that little bit of anxiety and sadness will always spread suddenly, making my heart tired and at a loss.
Every day, I dragged my tired body and went home without interest in the crowd. I opened the door and the room was in a mess. I don't want to clean up any more, and I'm not interested. I didn't bother to take off my shoes, so I just fell on the bed.
Just lying quietly, I don't want to make too much movement, and I don't even bother to take a look when my cell phone rings. Every day, my job is to wander the streets. I want to go home when it is so hot, but when I get off work, I don't know why I want to go home. There is nothing to miss in the empty room. The computer has been turned off for a long time. Suddenly, I was very touched and wanted to find someone, but when I got up, I found that idea. Who can't form a specific object in my mind? Who can I find? Who should I go to? A person's loneliness, loneliness, and who can tell, search for mobile phones, whether it is Q number or mobile phone number, is not suitable. It seems that it's not bad to have a bad relationship with anyone. Even if I think of deliberately managing a relationship, it seems that it won't last long. Suddenly I feel abandoned, but the object of abandonment is myself.
Then for a while, I don't know why, I ran away from this so-called "my home" and left without even taking out the garbage. Why, I can't find the reason, my heart has no home, and I wander around. Walking aimlessly in the street like this, I have no curiosity about people or things coming and going around, seemingly walking purposefully, but no one knows the helplessness behind the emptiness. I suddenly want to sing, but I can't open my mouth, but I don't know what to sing, and I don't know how to describe my current mood, that kind of loneliness, that kind of desolation. In this way, shaking in the crowd.
Stop and search subconsciously, but don't know what you are looking for. It's always like this, and day after day has passed in a daze.
Heart, where to wander and where to stay.
When five people are tired, the place where they want to take a bath and sleep most is home.
When the wind blows, winter is already very thick. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the gap in the forest is getting empty. The Spring Festival comes quietly. There are thousands of throbbing hearts in Qian Qian in the noisy city. Those who can go home have hurried steps. Those who can't go home can only sigh helplessly …
When the wind changes and the rain changes, the dream of hurting the country's heart comes to nothing. In other words, only in such festivals will there be a strong feeling of going home. At this time, people who come and go will miss the warm lights at home more. In this way, a deep yearning comes out of generate in people's hearts, rising constantly and drifting away …
The leaves on the roadside have already fallen quietly, and the brightness of the moon has covered the earth. In the dead of winter, the sky was silent, and people could only hear the sound of the wind falling from the leaves. In the distance, a little dim light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. This smells like home.
"Without heaven and earth, there would be no home, no home, no you, no me ..." Home is actually very simple, but in everyone's heart, there is always a touch of unforgettable heaviness.
The wind is sad and the rain is sad. When shall I go home to wash the guest robes? As the Spring Festival approaches, many people can only lament the full moon. Hunchun was speechless and heartbroken.
Fortunately, as a student, I'm not worried that I won't be able to go home for the New Year. Going home for the New Year seems to be a matter of course in my mind, but suddenly a question comes to my mind: How many years can I stay with my parents? I was silent. Dare not think, dare not answer Yes, life is only a few decades. How many days can I be safe with my parents during the Spring Festival?
At this point, put pen to paper, stand by and watch out the window, the waning moon is in the sky. How many wanderers stand under this cold sky, in order to meet their loved ones with a wisp of misty eyes …
Only the Guanshan Mountain tonight is the same as the moon thousands of miles away.
Ruthless month, all living things return to dreams. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
In this world, some people love plants and rocks, some people love a mountain and a river, some people love poetry, wine, piano and tea, some people are fascinated by mountains and rivers, and there is nature in life. Whether it is a mountain, a water, or a grass and a tree, all sentient beings have feelings. In this life, I may be your soul mate, and the old things that you will never forget must have a certain indissoluble bond with you. In this noisy world, if you have something in your heart, your heart will not be barren. Stay true in prosperity, stay calm in chaos, and have a clear heart. You will become bosom friends and even soul mates with every grass and tree in nature.
As long as we think of the word "nature", people can't help thinking of the word "seclusion". Since ancient times, many hermits have been praised by people, and their behaviors and poems have also been praised by many people, which has become the eternal swan song. All this stems from their sincere heart to see this boundless and complicated world. Even though their fate is bumpy, they never forget their original intention and still face the hardships of life calmly, just like the Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest, Tao Yuanming and Lin Bu.
The Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest were figures in the Three Kingdoms and Wei Dynasties, including Ji Kang, Ruan Ji, Dan Tao, Xiang Xiu, Liu Ling, Ruan Xian and Wang Rong. Although they have different ideological tendencies, their aspirations are different, and their family and social backgrounds are also different. But they are all people who are not interested in their official career, and they are also people who govern by doing nothing, are different from customs, are informal, and are pure and inaction. They are proud of dignitaries, gather in bamboo forests, enjoy drinking, singing and enjoying themselves, and live a leisurely and light life. Drunk in the mountains, don't ask the world of mortals, don't ask how the dynasty changed, just live in seclusion in the mountains and enjoy the natural scenery. Or draw on the piano; Or splash ink on poetry; Or drink and sing; Or talk about romantic figures in ancient and modern times; Or indulge in mountains and rivers. Living like this, why not be free and easy? Although it was Ji Kang's later song "Guangling San", people left, but their stories, poems handed down by them and the noble quality of everyone have always been praised by our descendants.
The most familiar one is Tao Yuanming, an idyllic poet, a hermit poet in ancient and modern times. In the turbulent Wei and Jin Dynasties, although Tao Yuanming was in high spirits, read a lot of poems and determined to do something great for the country and the people, he could not serve the country and the court was pedantic. In desperation, Tao Yuanming knew that he could not change the world, so he retired to the countryside and became a bosom friend with Chrysanthemum, no longer asking about the right and wrong in the world of mortals.
Love Tao Yuanming, love his different customs, love his arrogance and strength, "don't bend your back for five buckets of rice." Love him because of his noble interests and true nature. His poems are fresh and elegant, mostly for rural scenery, which makes people feel fresh and comfortable to read. "Don't worry about poverty, don't worry about wealth." "Sex in the autumn mountains has been mistaken for 30 years." "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Although farming life is hard and poor, Tao Yuanming is happy and content. He and chrysanthemum, together for a lifetime, died between mountains and rivers, which is also a beautiful thing and a life that many future generations look forward to.
Lin Bu, a recluse poet, took Mei as his wife and a crane as his son. Lin Bu is aloof and indifferent, and does not seek honor or disgrace. All living beings live in seclusion in the lonely mountain of West Lake, but they like to raise cranes in plum blossoms. He writes poems at will and never keeps them. He is accomplished in painting and calligraphy. Lu You was full of praise for his calligraphy, and Su Shi also spoke highly of Lin Bu's poems, books and personality. Lin Bu's poems are quiet and leisurely, describing the beauty of the West Lake, seclusion and leisure. I especially love his Yongmei poem, "The shadows are shallow and the fragrance floats at dusk." In his mind, plum blossoms are more fragrant and graceful, and this poem has become "Yongmei's eternal farewell". If I can, I would also like to be his wife, grow up in the wild mountains and forests, and be his soul mate for the rest of my life.
There are also Wang Wei and Wang Wei, who participate in Zen and realize Taoism, learn from Taoism, and praise landscapes and pastoral areas. Together with Meng Haoran, they are called "Wang Meng". Even Su Shi praised: "A fascinating poem, with pictures in it and poems in it." Wang Wei's poems are natural and fresh, and the scenes blend, making people feel like they are in their own world. Wang Wei's poems are picturesque, and his poems are full of Zen and ethereal. Wang Wei had positive political ambitions in his early years, hoping to make a great career. Later, because of the changeable political situation, I gradually became depressed. After that, he went to fast and read Buddha, and then lived in seclusion in Zhong Nanshan. The poem that loves him is the ethereal silence of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream"; This is the calm of "I will walk until the water checks my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds"; This is a quiet and distant idyllic happiness. "One day I met an old woodcutter and laughed and never came back."
Since ancient times, countless people have pursued their careers, and some yearn for seclusion. Just being in the world of mortals surrounded by fireworks, how can you be pure and lust-free, easily give up the fetters of the world, and even get rid of the fetters of the soul? Even Su Shi, who is broad-minded and optimistic, once lamented: "When will I go home, be an idle person, and have a piano, a pot of wine and a brook?" He can't really be an idle person, even if he is demoted, even if he is in adversity, he cares about the whole world, the country and the people. I really can't let go of all kinds of fetters.
In fact, in today's era, even if I hope I can unload my baggage one day, I can retire to the mountains like the ancients and stop asking about the world of mortals. However, since ancient times, many literati have lived in seclusion in the mountains, and they also have many unsatisfactory and helpless official careers. Today, we not only pursue material needs, but also constantly improve ourselves and pursue spiritual perfection.
In the first half of one's life, one should do something for his career, constantly cultivate and pursue. In the second half of life, we can put down the burden on us and really stop worrying about the worldly world in the world of mortals. Whether it is the feud in the world of mortals or how things change, it has nothing to do with us. At that time, even with white hair, my heart was clear and returned to reality. At that time, we can really let go and truly "not be happy with things, not sad for ourselves."
I only hope that you and I who practice in this world can walk in the world of mortals and still have a peach blossom garden in our hearts. I only hope that one day, when the beauty is old, there will be a small courtyard where I can be released. After that, I burned incense in brew tea, painted on the piano, listened to the rain and read, swept the courtyard, cooked in brew tea, and lived in seclusion in an unknown village, a cold ancient town, or a place called Luomei Zhuxiao, indulging in landscapes and pastoral areas. Let the world of mortals roll, and I will be cool and bright. From then on, there is no concern in my heart, and my heart is clean and dust-free. The words I write are also flowing freely.
Then, forget the grudges and enmities in this world, forget your own name and surname, forget this world, and there will be falling plums and falling snow.
With lyric prose for 7 nights, the lights go out, the nose is seen, and the nose is to the heart. Roll up the picture scroll of memory and put it in the box under the bed. A lock locks the hearts of mortals, locks the past, and locks the past of this life. Just lying in bed on all fours. The faint pulse supports the signs of life, and everything returns to nature at night.
Without my body, I feel as light as catkins, not walking, but floating. Away from the tranquility of the night. A manor where one dreams. There are no lights, vanity and self-esteem here. Even a less complicated and noisy life. White and quiet, dust-free. Like snow is not snow, like a cloud Feiyun. Like fog, but clearer than fog, there is no water in fog.
Crystal flowers, which are crystal clear and flawless, can purify people's hearts and give people a qualitative feeling, although they are not colorful and have no leaves to set off. The flowers and trees in the garden are full of vitality in the white world. When I entered the garden, I was calm and light, and my distractions disappeared without a trace.
There is a lake in the center of the garden, and there are stone tables and benches by the lake. They are all white and bright, and even the lake is dazzling white and crystal clear. This is not the world of mortals, nor the world, nor a fairyland. Sit on the stone bench and watch the reflection in the water. I'm in plain clothes myself. Deep in my eyes, I lost my worldly troubles and lost my past confusion. Clear as a lake. My brain is blank. No past thoughts and distractions, no worldly wisdom, no love and sadness.
The water in the lake is within reach. A hint of coolness spread from the fingertips to the whole body and finally condensed in the brain. This meal is pleasing to the eye. Such as spring breeze and autumn rain. Very comfortable and enjoyable.
When the heart of the world melts into prosperity, it is inevitable that there will be times when it is not calm. So in the sea of people, how much vanity, how much regret and how much injustice have been left. The chaos of the world of mortals can't escape your heart. My heart is always drawing a circle, and I can't go out and let go. Trapped in the secular world, I can't escape my affair. Make my heart wander in the vast sea of people. Keep the Covenant, keep the law, and never be at ease.
Everyone yearns for a quiet manor. Find your own Peach Blossom Garden, between clouds and water, deep in the mountains. Express your heart as you like, listen to the birds of the same name every day and look at the stars and the moon at night. Pour yourself into the mountains and rivers and let your heart feel a little peace without dust. Therefore, there will be a clean and white world in the dream, an ideal place without dust. Only in this way, the heart will let go, let go of everything and forget everything.
When the night comes suddenly and goes in a hurry, the dream will wake up in the dark. No matter how big the heart is, no matter how small it is, no matter how it thinks, no matter how it exists, no matter how it is hidden, it can only return to dust and the earth in the end. At that time, I suddenly looked back, fame and fortune, love and hate, complicated past events and profound memories. Will be like the clouds in front of us, like clear water, leaving only a heartfelt sigh.
With a sigh, the in the mind gradually understand. Prosperity is just a game. Prosperity is just a cloud. Who will remember you and me in a few years? How much love and hate will you know in a few years? When you are proud, you are stubborn, and when you are frustrated, you are decadent. Life is really like a dream!
Yu Gui Lyric Prose 8 Long Life Road
How many autumns are there?
There is a full moon.
The weather is sunny or cloudy.
Wander in a hurry
365 days a year
How much joy and sadness.
Wandering footsteps
Stubborn heart
Sixiangjiu
Get drunk again and again
Looking forward to the return
Return to Xi
Hey! ——
……
Another kind of reward
Eyes without joy
too exhausted
There is no comfort in my heart.
Broken all over the floor
The warmth of the day is gone.
The scenery at night
Black phantom
Sad company
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Looking forward to returning! Recall the past
It hurts! The helplessness of regression
return
Change the password as soon as possible
Return to warmth
Let the reunion be warm
Regression regression
Still so beautiful
And return to lyrical prose 9 tea fragrance, and finally convey the final residual temperature in the palm of your hand; Leave the last fragrance to dusk; When cold comes and summer goes, we will eventually leave the most beautiful back to youth. Today, I made a farewell speech, waiting for the wind to rise, waiting for the clouds to return, waiting for myself to turn around and take away my peace of mind.
Do you still remember Waiting by the Water in The Book of Songs? Do you ever remember the Peach Blossom Pond in the Tang Poetry, or the lonely sail watching Nanpu in the dusty post station? Jiang Lang said: "Those who are ecstatic only don't." It has been said for thousands of years.
When I went back to my hometown in Jinling last year, rain and snow covered my eyes. I miss the fragrance of plum blossoms on both sides of the Unknown River. Naturally, when there is no moon, there are many full moons and tears gather together. When I left home for school, my parents sent me to Jiangning Hutong. At the moment when they turned to leave through the snow, tears had blurred their vision and tried not to look back, leaving them with tears in their last smile. Flowers are like snow when you leave, and like snow when you come. This is a poem left by the Tang people. When I first started reading, I just felt dull and tasteless. Now I really realize how the truest feelings in the world bloom in the most ordinary environment. If I may, I'd like to add another sentence at the end of this poem: "Gathering and parting are common, and joys and sorrows are at the end of the world."
Time flies, and our childishness has gradually changed. We are wandering in the fireworks of the world, and our feelings for meeting and parting are changing bit by bit. When the children are having fun, all they want to leave is to meet again tomorrow, and neither of us will go far; When we are young, because of the seeds of love between us, we have more expectations for getting together. The world of mortals has passed, and the people around you are scattered when they walk, scattered when they say it, and left when they look at it. Some people's departure has gradually become a normal state, perhaps it is too late to be sad, and they can only learn to get used to it.
Flowers bloom and fall, which is the ups and downs of life; Peaks and valleys, that is the burning life; Against the wind, that is the feeling of years; Autumn is a unique scenery. Parting is a part of our life, which can be realized gradually in the years, or it can be a unique scenery.
Wild geese fly south, leaving one rosy clouds after another, leaving the lone person on the ground in Liu to walk into the painter's pen; Rain scattered ripples, duckweed flowed with the waves and sank into the smart dream of Qinglin; The blue flame falls, day and night, and a pile of wax torches is added at dawn. Many times we are not sad to leave, but sad that the person you are waiting for will come back. Envy the ancients pushed a cup for a change and drank a lot of rhetoric. Although I am not good at drinking, I like to write a poem or two and give it to my friends when I leave. What I think and read is nothing more than this kind of parting. If you can look forward to seeing each other in the future, consider it as a token of my appreciation. If you are in trouble, you will think of me occasionally, and I will think of you occasionally.
The night light is gone, the cold is gone, but the heart is full of light and warmth. They supported me and made me believe that parting is for the next better meeting, and parting is to make us cherish the people around us more.
Time flies, we are all travelers in time and can't go home. The dream of life is like a long road. We might as well simplify it and make meeting and parting more common. Look at the river of distant friends, wait for the wind and clouds to fall, gather the faint melancholy in your heart, and think of the next encounter with great expectation.
In the early winter, dusk falls and the sun is like fire, but we can't walk hand in hand to the place where the seasons are like spring. I'm the only one here, watching, watching, thinking and watching. It is said that missing will flood in the quiet place at night, so far away that the curtain will last forever. So, at first glance, it seems that the sea is ebbing, flowing and surrounded by fireworks, and its charm is endless.
This winter is particularly different. There are no snowflakes and snow, only the rising sun is still there. In winter, the sun is shining, and the sun still warms my surroundings. Happiness is at this moment, because I feel you by my side. Anyway, the wind and the sun, the rain and the rain, you won't leave. Happiness is as simple as that. You are here, fragrant and tempered by grass. When you feel like a child, the world is as simple as that. When you think you are an adult, then the world is so mature, there is no scorching sun and no fallen leaves. Happiness is thinking about it all the time.
Tears are bitter and sweet. Tears are the expression of one's feelings. No matter bitter or sweet, it just slides across the face. When Lin Daiyu cries every day, can she still remember the sweet days? This kind of life is to go back to her old life, but what should she do when she comes to life? Will you be with her every day under the three stones? Who once knew the future, so left today's thoughts? Love, a great word, love yourself, love others and love more people. It is said that great love has no boundaries, and love is wrong and can't be returned. You are there, your heart is there, and there is no chance to meet anywhere.
Love will not end, will it? It will slowly return.