When I was watching Please Wait for me in Heaven last night, I suddenly felt a little sad. I asked him: in the next life, you may not know me, and we will never find each other. What shall we do? He is an open-minded and humorous person. He looked at me and said, Don't worry, I'll recognize you when I turn to dust. ? Oh, well, I'll always be with you anyway, okay? I looked at him and said, he smiled and nodded.
We must have supported each other and walked together in the last life. He is really a good man. This life has come, and he waited in front of my house early. I'm sorry, I ignored him for many years, until he was almost 30 years old, and he was still waiting there silently. That day, I don't know why, as soon as my mother mentioned him, I agreed. I was moved by his persistence. Now that I think about it, he was really my lover in my last life.
Sometimes, I can suddenly remember that at the moment when we were dying in our last life, we made a promise to each other in this life. Are we still husband and wife in the next life? But in this life, all I know is to play and be crazy. I forgot the promise I made to him in my last life and kept him waiting for many years, but I ignored it.
Memories of recent past lives are slowly recovering in my mind.
I saw that in that farewell era, I wrote down my sad mood along the way, and my memory became mottled on the white wall.
On that sunny afternoon, my thoughts floated in the blue sky and white clouds. Turning over the annual rings of history, I saw the desolation around me. It turns out that my previous life has been very long, and the distant world is still lonely. It turns out that time will change everything, and there is no trace of sadness when I left in my previous life. Now I can't find any nostalgia for my previous life, that's all.
So, I became more and more calm about the past, the present and the future. I said: The key is this life. What is the most important thing now? After a while I said:? It is my task to love him in this world, and it is my responsibility to take good care of me and his children? .
I still often look at the stars in a transparent way. When I think of my past life, my curiosity is too strong. I think the memory of the past life is much better than this life, because he loved me in the past life, and this life can only be destined to love him more. Perhaps, this is the kind of love that spans the times, survives and lasts forever.
Under the quiet starry sky, I saw that I was a beautiful woman in my last life and lived a quiet life. If there is a choice between beauty and tranquility, I put tranquility first, which is enough. I'd rather do this. I choose plain, I choose to be a dignified, kind and loving woman. I don't want to be a peerless gone with the wind or a queen who gives directions, or a virtuous woman who likes to throw herself at herself.
Memories are fixed in a corner of previous lives, and people who love me have appeared in my lonely life since then. We sow past lives's love in a plain way. I don't know when and how his thoughts were locked in my body. At that time, that place, that person, became the love I continued in my previous life. The cycle of life will soon end, just like drawing a circle on the beach in the afternoon sun, soon, soon? Really, a person's life is a flash in the pan. I forgot his smile. I only thought of him in the roadside forget-me-not flowers. I remember him as my lover. I found that he stayed up late every day for a year or two in his last life? For ten years, he has been waiting for me to regain my memory.
I remember that at that time, at that time, the person who loved me deeply came to this time and space with the love of my previous life. Soon, I fell to the same time and space in my last life to spread my lonely love. I know that I am destined to pay off his love for me in this life. Maybe I'll never know.
At this time, this afternoon, I suddenly remembered my past life, and I took notes. This is the record when my memory was opened. I'm afraid I'll forget, yes, I'll forget, I'll forget at once.
This kind of love, others will envy, because it is the love of two generations. I want to record my love, his feelings, our love, good.
Now, when the memory of the present life is restored, I know that I fell in love with him in the previous life, so I decided to lend me some memories that I loved deeply in the previous life.
Time and space were opened by forget-me-not. I loved him all my life in my last life, and I love him all my life in this life? Hmm? Happiness?