Many days, I always see you coming to me from a distant dream, walking alone, with a faint scroll breath.
Although I know that this is just a dream that will not come true, it is beyond my power.
But I still can't stop thinking about you, just like a traveler's sand that I can't hold in my hand, like an endless shadow that I can't hold. I can't stop them from coming and I can't stop them from leaving.
Lonely and bleak in clear autumn, the sea is vast. You are a boat with a mast, swimming in the vast sea for a long time. In the final analysis, you are like duckweed in the water, with no foundation and no home.
You left quietly, farther and farther away from me, disappearing faster and faster. Floating day and night makes me look through the autumn water and feel more sad.
In the loneliness, the old friend still hasn't returned.
Halfway through the meeting, the two people we met were not you and me. We missed more than a breeze and a simple dream.
Are all the memories in my mind just an empty dream?
After a long day of greed, there is nowhere to go in spring. After waking up, I can only sigh. My sigh is a little sad.
It's changed. It's all changed. Thin ripples, ripples in circles, are so clear, the words are so real, like tears, but I can't believe it at all.
I don't believe this is just a random dream!
All the events left a deep impression in my mind. Every narrow corner has traces of your existence. Even the faint smoke and fog can prove that you have been here. I don't believe this is just a random dream.
When the flowers bloom, you are the most beautiful fairy and you are independent; When the flowers fall, you shake off the dust and travel backwards.
Flowers bloom and fall, but my thoughts still stay in yesterday.
During that time, you didn't leave, the valley echoed with the beautiful smile of life, and there were lyric poems I wrote for you in the acacia forest. The sunset is quiet and beautiful.
Your dancing is more gentle in the moonlight. Staring at you is like staring at the clouds on the horizon, shining in the instant night.
There is always an eternal lamp that illuminates, accompanies and depends on each other.
The mark of light and shadow is not like the mark of people. Even if you hurt it, it will never leave. What can't be erased is its expectation and joy for you.
Mountain or mountain, water or water, missing one leaf and one leaf, contains the withering and swaying for thousands of years. I can still remember your face and the song that accompanied me to laugh.
The throbbing heart beats with the impression of you, whirling in the distant valley, staying in the forest close at hand, full of poetry, dotted with ordinary interests, pulling you and your thoughts and lingering in the years of Yiyi.
Spring has come and gone, and autumn has gone and come back. The wind blew through the corner of the city and visited the reincarnation of two people.
Since I left you, I have often been lost in pain, forgotten the time, and even the stars in the sky secretly cried in the dark night.
A glass of farewell wine, two old friends who drank themselves unconscious.
You have walked a long, long way, covered in dust and exhausted. The dust and travel all the way show the vicissitudes of the world.
I silently collected rain, tears and fragmented memories until all the containers in my heart were filled, until they overflowed and spilled on the ground, until there was no room for half a drop of rain, tears and memories in the containers, and I still refused to give up.
I don't want to wake up, I want to be drunk all the time, I want to be drunk in the song you once sang:
"I am an inch of wisdom who refuses to rot. I dreamed of a rescue to please thin water, and I was drunk. I am a corner of the north, and I have been reluctant to say goodbye. I love the greenery here and listen to the quarrel between mountains and seas. You're the kind of guy, and I'll have no regrets for the rest of my life ... "