Life is so long, just like a play, casual acquaintance, casual encounter, at the beginning of the lights, destined to meet into a song. The noisy glass world is beautiful and fragile. By the warm setting sun of a window, some shallow thoughts and thoughts in my mind spread from tomorrow night to the present. I miss the autumn wind alone, who misses my heart?
When I meet you, I always smile at you casually and smile at you shallowly.
The past has become an amber fairy tale, shining with the luster of glass. The moonlight that night, like pearl powder, exudes silver-pink light, and your words seem to be plated with beautiful silver-pink, making your figure dreamy and blurred. Meeting you is the most infatuated warmth in my life, such as the legend of broken rain in the fireworks world. Now, on that night, you are as beautiful as pearl powder, gradually disappearing, like a pearl and a clam dying. Looking at the vicissitudes of life, I shed tears like pearls alone. I miss you and can't bear to leave silently with tears in my eyes. I really want to tell you that the solitary willow is leaning down with graceful posture. The willow branches in early winter are full of Leng Yue tears, and the faint moonlight flows and falls in a pool of sparkling scales. The luster of the moon halo is so cold and desolate, and your figure sinks in my long memory, which I can't bear to forget. The memory of the first time I met you, that thousand years.
I remember, at that time, in the beautiful spring, your figure was immersed in gorgeous peach blossoms, pink dots, willow green dancing, and your gentle smile made me indulge in the warm room and forget the troubles in the world. Some feelings, just a look, are eternal; Some people just turn around and get lost in the fleeting time, which has become the end of the world; Some encounters, seemingly beautiful, have long been doomed to separation. What is eternity in the world of mortals? What is Dijiu? And your back, when I met you, was destined to dissipate in the dust. I am attached to you and keep moving forward. Without you in front, the memories of the past are printed in my mind and will never disappear.
Shallow encounter! Know each other! Never forget!
A turn is forever separation!
Shallow eyes, a faint fragrance wafted, and my pen wrote down the appearance of a city when it first met you, just like a violet, composing the most beautiful song about your meeting with me, writing the most beautiful words, and warming the fleeting time of my life.
The story of this city is as plain as a wisp of smoke, flowing in the long river of years. You are the beauty left over from my years. I met little by little. I wrote a poem, you know? Interpreting our beautiful meeting, humming a gentle tune, facing blx, I was speechless and wept. Loneliness is singing and thoughts are wandering. My tangled hair reflects the bright morning in jathyapple. I pick them up gently, and my messy mood soothes my sad worries, softens my heart and soothes my loneliness at the moment. Do you know that?/You know what? Duckweed whirls in the rain, and running water flows relentlessly. It's your figure that keeps going, but your smile that disappears. Make a wish gently, I'm fine without you! Remember this city, remember you, remember your warm smile when we met.
Finally, parting became a song, a lovesick idiom!