Author: Dimly lit
It was a moonlit night, there were no stars outside, everything was unpredictable, and everything was inevitable. You love me, don't you? You have no choice, do you? I am a heartache that you will never give up. I am your lover who has been away for many years. Love that cannot be together is a sword that cannot be pulled out. It is rusty and tasteless, and it hurts not only yourself, but also yourself. Maybe fate can only be a kind of sadness, a kind of expectation, maybe it is really extravagant hope.
A moment of love, let me know that there is a you in my wandering world, and my distant back is no longer lonely. If, if one day, I can really hold your hand, then I am willing to put all my attachment in your hand. I will use one point of tolerance, two points of missing, five points of indifference and eight points of expectation to slowly cook our love with that slow fire, so that you can touch it with your heart and read it with your heart. I will feel the tenderness in your hands wholeheartedly. When you reached out to me, I had all the care and enthusiasm in the world.
But tonight, it's dark and windy. I'm cold. Don't leave me here. I'm scared. I'm afraid I'll never find you again Just let me hold your hand once, okay? Will you take me home? You are my story, telling the end of the world by just visiting.
Envy the weeping jade princess, when she kissed herself with a sword, a tearful overlord accompanied her to her old age, leaving an eternal legend. I'm just sad that I can't stay with you forever. When love can't cry, when love can't escape, I never want to end. I'm just sad that I can't stay with you forever. I'm just sad that I can't hear your voice or see your smile. I'm hurt, you're hurt, and we all love you.
Drink a cup of forgetful water, but even if you forget yourself, how can you forget you? I don't want to put you down gently. I would rather be as pale as a withered flower. You said you didn't want to say you loved her in front of her, because I was hidden in your heart and you never intended to give up. I cried, my lifelong love! Who are you cooking wine for? To whom do you propose a toast to the moon? For who? Who is the plum rain cold for? When you cross Naihe Bridge one day and drink the soup you forgot to cook, will you remember who is your concern in this life? Will you remember who is the love of your life?
Past life is the fate of this life, and this life is the promise of the afterlife. No, my lifelong lover, don't tell me that this life is hopeless and I look forward to the afterlife. No, it's not that you don't believe me, but that we can't even predict tomorrow, let alone an illusory afterlife.
I'm just sad that I can't stay with you forever. I'm just sad that I'm tired of writing articles late at night, and no one can help me pour tea and massage. I'm just sad. I'll always think about you. I'm just sad that in the days without you, even the love words written by my hair for ink and tenderness can't find my heart anymore.
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