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All the ups and downs of fate are for flowers to bloom and see Buddha, and the moment I meet you is over again. Time flies, the words are twisted into songs, a trace of hot air is quietly seated, there is no commitment, and the soul is ferrying the mystery of "being close to each other"! Walking in each other's scenery, without flowery words, read the meaning of love with your heart and let the treasure bear the ambiguity of water and dust! Suddenly, it seems that I met you in my last life, but I was in turmoil in my life and almost missed my date!
The wind in the dream is very cold, the Moon Bay is full of the tenderness of the stars, and time sings sadness in my heart. I put up with it for too long and finally had a good cry. The idea of tying the knot was blown away by the wind and dispersed! The rest of the lingering sound, accompany me wandering around, collecting a trace of Bai Yueguang, but a little cold, a little confused!
Forgive me for not being kind to myself and you, my shadow. Some roads can never go back, and some scenery is doomed to disappear in life. Sometimes I put it down to be less distressed, but who knows how many heartbreaking injuries there are between taking it and putting it down. It's not that I'm awake, but I know it's impossible to go back and move on. One day when I am old, I just want to read the days when I walked hand in hand with you in a cup of tea and smile faintly. I have no regrets about your life. Maybe I will never dare, but if you give me some time, I will disappear. The crazy knife in your memory, she burns wantonly in desire. I am proud and firm, and I can't tolerate any flaws in my life.
Your pain, she gave; I hurt, you hurt. If I can't forget what he looks like, how dare I say that I will accompany you all my life? I am the silly girl you love, and you are the bad boy in my heart. If you can write lyrics with a smile, who wants to write poems with tears? Time took away the innocent days and left the defects of dreams in the water. If past lives can be erased instantly, where will there be the foreshadowing of reincarnation! You can't afford to lose, so why are you still in the game? The knot in my heart, you have to heal me with a kiss. I like to write barefoot in a warm home. I am a romantic and idle flower character. It's not my fault that you haven't seen my innocence. Time froze my collapsed city.
People are right, but the time is wrong. Why don't you give me the reincarnation address? I can wait, give me a deadline! You pick it up slowly in your lifetime. Your wandering words, my feelings are hard to pillow. I want to get married all my life, but something happened halfway! The heart is in your hand, and it will hurt if you are willing to give up! If I get hurt, I'll get shot. The days when the oil ran out and the lamp dried up disappeared in tears. Your tears make my pain have nowhere to hide. I am kind, but I will not tolerate those "dirty"! Minimally invasive, it depends on where the knife is placed.
Happy sand, sometimes write a sentence with tears! How many vigorous, can not stand the running water of the years, how many vows of eternal love, be tempted to uproot! Don't say that flowers are shallow, they are endless. After watching the carefree situation, I learned to let go silently. How many fireworks are easy to get cold, and how many dreams are around the soul, but why care when you pass by the Red Dust Inn in your dream! Tears flow thousands of times when the heart moves; My heart is cold. What's the harm in snapping my fingers? Plain thoughts, like a white flower, bloom in the corner. Whether you can see them or not, they are all baptized into tears by spring. A tearful shadow, clinging to the past, refused the call of spring. Footsteps broke Meng Po's bowl, and she was punished by Naiheqiao, who kept her memory and practiced for 1000 years.
Unbearable, unbearable, the dream is cold and empty. You said you loved me all your life, but it was just a fling. If your love story is tainted, you'd rather end it. The cloud is white, the heart is white, the clean stream does not touch the dust, and the fallen leaves are the end of the search. At first glance, if it was never a myth, the wind woke up the illusion of misty rain. It's not that I'm not brave, but that I feel uncomfortable. I have retired from half an acre of flower fields and kept a piece of paper, so I am not depressed in Shuiyunjian. My love is spotless and clear as a cloud. Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, my heart will break into raindrops, leaving the weak water under the ice cold.
As beautiful as flowers and jade, how much have I lost? I want to look back at every day I have passed. When life is interrupted, those who once stood side by side are out of sight. I was at the top of the mountain, watching the falling flowers splash, and I couldn't help but sigh that time is really a sword, cutting off the blood and making the broken unable to gather. It's not that I've changed, it's that time and space have changed, and people who don't adapt will become a memorial in the world of mortals. Between love and desire, I chose the most sexual one, so the pain began to flood. On windy days, I lost my shawl; on snowy days, I didn't take an umbrella. Even if there are 10 thousand ferries on the other side, I know they are not my destination. Holding hands is a beautiful lie. I dare not and can't believe it. If it falls, it will become a sword. There are not many days left, so let still water accompany me.