Love is a kind of pain and happiness; Sadness is a kind of happiness and also a kind of pain. Does the essence of reincarnation really realize the continuation and transmission of emotions? Or is the beauty around you revealing the information of love?
When we were young, we were willing to be a flowering tree and look forward to maturity. However, time ignores desire. Growth and transformation are the inevitable course of flowers blooming and falling, and the beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage.
What blooms in the sun is heavy color, and the desolation of falling flowers is abrupt and sad. Is it really a human form cultivated in 10 thousand years, and then a secular desire cultivated in 10 thousand years can stand in front of the person you love and shed the first tear?
Maybe it was doomed to be wrong from the beginning, but I don't want to believe that our fate is only once. Five hundred years of waiting turned back to the moment of meeting. If I wait another 500 years or more, will you see how my expectations of you are full of trees?
A tree blooms only once, and a person is beautiful only once. Just because you can meet me, at my most beautiful moment, you walked past in desperation and stepped on layers of flowers. I realized that meeting is not beautiful, but wrong.
Blessed are those who can seriously love each other in ordinary days!
This poem shows us a lonely heart, full of expectations for love but seemingly unknown. Her (his) feelings are sincere and earnest, and there is no lack of persistence when she is sad. Be a constellation-love needs persistence.