Close your eyes slightly and listen to the wind by the window. Who extradited me in this quiet night with a melancholy heart? Who warmed my heart in this lonely wind? A lonely love song, singing alone in the wind, sad melody, have you ever heard a kind of sadness of missing, crying and trembling?
I am the moon in your mirror, and you are the flower in my water?
I have been sticking to this love story that I don't know the ending but I know the ending. With warm memories, I drove away the fear in my heart and pinned all my anxiety on the gorgeous oath. How many sleepless nights, quiet and comfortable, with the most flexible words for you to beat into words, any lingering acacia between the lines, infatuation.
You can see the chapter log I typed with the keyboard, but you can't see the tears I dropped on the keyboard.
Looking back on that time, when I first saw your warm colors swaying among the flowers, I thought you were destined to bloom into my eternal charm for me. Sticking to the color you insist on with trepidation, I'm afraid I will die quietly on a sad night. I know if you leave, I can't stay. Even if you want to stay, I'm afraid you will float in the world of mortals with the water, and there is no longer the color of the past.
And even if you wither, are you willing to wait for reincarnation under the bodhi tree and continue with me in the afterlife?
The wind, blowing gently, is lonely, and then floats away from a wounded word, blooms thousands of times, and breaks the circuitous flow of the world of mortals several times. Year after year, the news is far away and people are still there.
Those once deep feelings, in the cold memory of the future, blossomed into graceful dances, danced out of the vicissitudes of life for a thousand years, danced out of the melancholy for a thousand years, winked at me among the flowers, but became my distant gaze. Can I walk into your heart again? Whether, still can overflow Qian Qian's tenderness?
The water rushed by, and since then, I have been wandering for you all the way. My tears hang like curtains. Who will let you cover your heart? Who finally got your tenderness? And I am stupid and affectionate, can I beg you to stay for a while? Can you shake me gently again and let me have an elegant night?
There are bees and butterflies flying on the shore and fish playing in the water, but only this falling petal floats alone in the water. I don't know where it will be, just like your Covenant with me. Is the deep affection of flowers already empty?
When I think of Baodai in the Red Chamber, one sighs in vain, one doesn't care about anything, one is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. Love is deep and thin, and I hate it. Are you me or not?
Is it true that as long as it is love, it can't escape the fate of flowers in the moon and water in the mirror? We try to deceive ourselves, how different and extraordinary our love is, and we are always in the illusion of our own control. In fact, we are just the most common mortals, how can we be made in heaven and earth? Just as we can't refuse to meet each other, we can't avoid the result of Lao Yan's departure.
The moon in that curved mirror seems within reach, but it is empty when touched lightly. The purples in the water look charming, but they can only be seen and can't be picked. Such a month, such a flower, who knows what kind of inducement it will become, people are deeply involved.
The mirror isolated the tenderness of the moonlight, blocked the tears of missing you, and made me scream hysterically in a lonely room, but you didn't know it.
Shui Piao left the delicate flowers, your deep feelings and left me in the world of mortals, but I couldn't stay.
Empty, empty, empty, everything is empty in the end? Remember your pale tassel under the earthly violet sky, how the vows dried up and the rocks collapsed in those years? Epiphyllous love is only short-lived. In a hurry, I didn't have time to indulge in that beautiful moment, and everything disappeared without a trace, leaving only the decadence after countless lonely nights.
I just want to be on earth, but I can't help being in the world of mortals. If you and I are destined to be a wave of Jingyue, why do you and I have the original beauty? Why don't you and I smash the mirror and warm our hearts by moonlight? Why don't you and I draw a sword and cut off the water, hold up the falling petals and weave them into beautiful family ties?
You should be a silent but fragrant lily in my heart. How did you become a hidden mirror in my destiny? How can I calmly watch you wither slowly in my life, and how can I make you infatuated?
The night is sad, the wind is crying, and my heart is aching, just because you are my splash Jingyue.