Think of it as a dream, a fantasy; Think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday, shaking in front of the wind, one petal, two petals, landing, making people step on it and turn it into mud ... alas, making people step on it and turn it into mud-turning it into mud,
This kind of half-dead person is called suffering. It looks ugly. Why did you come, why did you come ... I can't forget you. On that day, you came, just like the dark future saw the light. You are my husband, my lover and my benefactor. You taught me what life is and what love is. You woke me up in a coma and cleared me. How do I know the sky is high and the grass is green without you?
Touch my heart, how fast it beats; Touch my face again, how focal it is, but I can't see it in the dark; Love, I can't breathe, don't kiss me; I can't stand this kind of work like fire. My soul is like wrought iron on a brick of fire these days. Under the hammer of love, beating, beating, sparks flying ... I feel dizzy. Hold me, love, and let me die in your chest with my eyes closed. How beautiful!
The wind rustled in the white tree overhead, which was my funeral song. This breeze, blowing from the olive grove, with the fragrance of pomegranate flowers, took away my soul, as well as fireflies, enthusiastic and dedicated fireflies. Taking them away, I stopped at the bridge of the Third Ring Cave and listened to you holding my half-warm body here, calling me sadly, kissing me, shaking me and sucking me. ..... I will smile and follow the breeze, let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere. Anyway, losing this disgusting life and realizing this death in love, the death of this love center is not as strong as 500 cycles?
..... selfish, I know, but I can't help it ... You accompany me to die? What, if you don't have a pair, you can't completely "love to death". If you want to soar, you have to have two pairs of wings to play with. If you go to heaven, you will be treated differently. I can't live without you, and neither can you live without me. If it's hell, you won't be at ease if I go alone. You said that hell may not be more civilized than this world (although I don't believe it), just like my delicate flower, because it will not be attacked by wind and rain again. You couldn't hear me clearly when I called you. -that's not asking for liberation, but throwing it into the mud pit, but asking cold-eyed ghosts to collude with cold-hearted people and laugh at my fate and your cowardice and carelessness. That's right. What should I do? It's hard to live. If it's too hard, you can't get rid of it when you die. I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me ...
Alas! You said you'd better live and wait for that day! Is there that day? -You are my confidence; But you must leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart to leave me alone? I can't keep you, it is fate; But this flower, without sunshine and dew, will not die, and its petals will wither. What a pity!
You can't forget me, love, I have no life except in your heart; Yes, I listen to you, I wait, I have to wait patiently when Cycas blooms; Love, you will always be a star above my head: if I die unfortunately, I will become a firefly. In this garden, I will fly in the dark beside the grass roots, from dusk to midnight and from midnight to dawn. I just hope there will be no clouds in the sky. I can see the unchanging big star in the sky, and that is you. I hope you can shine more light for me, and I will be connected with the spirit of love through night and day.
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