If we had never met, I would not understand the pain caused by the wind; if we had never met, I would not understand the happiness diluted by the lines of poetry. Why should I meet you in this life? Like a dream, it becomes a wisp of light fragrance in my heart, flapping my thoughts and caressing the strings in my heart. The playing is scattered all over the ground and is sad, unable to pick it up.
If I had never met, I would not have touched the tenderness of dreams. The elegant fragrance moisturizes the bumpy journey. Meeting you gave me a reason to pursue my dream. In order to fly together, I flapped my long-lasting wings and wandered with my dream. In order to hear your footsteps, I hold my breath and lean into the morning glow. With clear morning gaze, seeing you well is my day's happiness.
If we had never met, I would not have fallen in love with that sad song of the sunset. I will never get tired of playing it back. Every note makes me miss you. In August when the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrants the dusk, I plant the words of lovesickness. I am waiting for you at the end of summer to return with the falling flowers.
If we had never met, I would not long for the feelings of Xia Feng. I learned to taste tea, sit alone in front of the small window, brew a cup of bitter tea, and let my mood slowly relax with the tea leaves. Slowly settling at the bottom of the cup, silently listening to the evening breeze and the murmur of longing, warming the memories of our first meeting, painful tears overflowed my eyes, and uncontrollable memories lingered in my heart.
If we had never met, I would not have the knot of heart that we passed by. The first ripples, graceful lines of poetry written on the desk, tap around the finger on the wall of the soul. Use words to express a fascinating past like smoke. The distant view of the heart is the end of the world and the end of the sea. Maybe the hearts have never met. The thoughts that pluck the heartstrings are thinner than the greetings every morning, and the clear tears of nostalgia are dispersed in the passing time.
If we have never met, we have imagined the possibility thousands of times, but at a certain moment, at a certain time, we met. The smile we met carved the seal in the heart, and time passed by before our eyes. , wave your hands clear and keep the green ink pure. As if we had never met before.
The inadvertent encounter, hearing the sound of flowers blooming, blooms in the bottom of my heart. The past cannot be like smoke, it has been deeply engraved in every night. In the fragments of memories that have been pieced together, the scattered moments touch the bottom of my heart. Soft touch. Decorated my world. A beautiful and tender memory with you.
Meet by chance, taste your hardships, and understand your world. From then on, my world became more concerned and more refreshing. In that spring of March, when I walked into the water-like time, you blew past me like the wind, awakening me from my long-sleeping dream. The moment I looked back, I played a song and it turned out you were here too. Touched the long-lost warmth. It turned out that meeting was so happy.
The inadvertent encounter is also filled with the pain of separation. Stop and be reluctant to leave every line of words in your heart. If possible, let me gently brush away the tears from the corners of your eyes. If possible, Let me quietly listen to every detail of your walk. If possible, let me slowly fill the empty space in your heart with happiness. If possible, it is also an assumption, because we only met by chance,
I am your passerby, and you have become my site. The happiness that beats on my fingertips is the tears of pain. , silently waiting for happiness ahead, is also a scenery full of sadness. If we had never met, we would not have the happiness of tiny pains; if we had never met, we would not have the joy of broken hearts. The light fragrance carries the fragrance of lovesickness in August.