1, people in the night sky are not in the center. I am leaning on the threshold of time alone, so I miss you and am so attached. The world of mortals is 3 thousand, and I only take one ladle to drink. Loving you may be a dusty relationship we forged in our last life. I looked for you in Tang poetry and Song poetry. By the Xunyang River, waiting for a thousand years.
I'll wait for you in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, holding an oil-paper umbrella. I met you in a poem. You are a graceful song poem, and you are a hazy modern poem. You are the ink in my heart, and you are the cloud on the horizon. You are misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and you are pink and green in spring.
When I miss you, misty rain is ink, mountains and rivers are poetry. When I miss you, the world of mortals is a note and the branches are pens. In this life, my heart only beats for you. My love is only crazy for you.
I have never said love to you, but I have fallen in love with it in my heart. You are the flower of spring, which fills my heart with color and fragrance. You are the summer wind, which brings me freshness and happiness.
You are the ear of grain in autumn, full and plump in your hand, and you are the charcoal fire in winter, warm and prosperous in your arms. You let me know that there is a rainbow in reality. There is also a future in dreams. Do you know why I don't say love to you? Because love is morning dew, you can only say it once. Once love is spoken, it is only old.