But parting is just around the corner
Think more.
Let time stay here
If you leave
As long as you and I love each other
The ends of the earth are not far away.
Cohesion of all our attachment.
Give birth to a snow lotus that blooms quietly at the top of the snowy mountain.
Bloom the promise in the nearest place to heaven.
If parting becomes farewell
Happiness is all my wish.
I only hope that the afterlife will turn into a snowy area.
Fall on your slender forehead
Dissolve in your tenderness
I miss you for two generations.
Poetry 2: Step into your city, step into your city.
I can't wait to see you.
I just want to feel your daily schedule.
Oh,
So your footprints are printed on this land.
So your figure is fixed in this sunshine.
So your little smile touched such a lake.
It turns out that your silly sleeping posture is gentle for such a dark night.
In a city
So close
I can feel your breath in my ear.
Accustomed to the saying of setting a distance
I am enjoying my dream in your city.
Poetry 3: Long-distance love is gentle and the voice of the night.
Green is a beautiful corridor on the moat.
Qing' is a sleepless person with a complex but simple heart.
Endless thinking, only for the boyfriend who is on a business trip.
Countless is missing, endless is affection.
What is beautiful is the hug of love again and again, but what is waiting is the helplessness of parting again and again!
Painful waiting, often wandering in a sleepless night!
Quiet night, my beloved, can you feel that in Shencheng, this is full of nostalgic expectations?
Quietly, it is the response of the night.
Beauty is the scenery outside the window.
What is chaotic is a fiery heart mixed with endless thoughts.
Poetry 4: Red wine is drunk at last.
The moon is still sighing and crying.
Mandarin ducks frolicking in the water
pair off wing to wing
Teach people to dream back.
Flowers bloom and fall together.
Touched that who?
Look anxiously until someone's eyes are tired-look anxiously.
How to find a thousand miles?
Just waiting for the wind, flowers and snow
Can we meet you?
I regret it.
Let the west wind wither.
There is no intention to be forced back.