Go to the end of my sight
I carefully buried you in a tear.
Like amber in a thousand years.
Good people
I will definitely travel all over Qian Shan.
Looking for this ancient and unique
Wear it on your chest.
So I dare not bow my head.
Afraid that tears will fall.
Broke you, broke my dream of a thousand years!
A poem, a painting, a sad mood.
Amber, transparent texture, small insects, after thousands of years of baptism, embedded in a tear.
Tears, Jingjing Yingying, dripping, Yingying.
I don't know if there is an afterlife. If there is, in what form will I appear? Will it be so persistent to travel all over Qian Shan just to find a clear life dream?
Some people come and go, and some things go and come back. Those tears are faint.
Does this world, eternal love, exist? If there is, it must exist in myths, such as Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Liang Zhu. Legends of thousands of years cannot be interpreted in reality.
All sentient beings are looking forward to it, looking for it, trying to find the only ancient, past life agreed fate on the stone.
Pray, turn that teardrop into crystal amber, wear it around your neck, and evoke memories many years ago. The vague shadow in your dream appears in the flash of amber.
I dare not bow my head, not because I am shy, but because I have tears in my eyes. I am afraid of falling heavily.
Then look up, tears will condense in the depths of your eyes.
So I stood on my head and tears came back. It won't crush me, and it won't crush all the beautiful stories in my dreams.
A long time ago, an insect climbed a tree to look for another insect. This tree smells of love.
The tree is crying, and its tears accidentally drop on the worm.
I want to have such a piece of amber. I want to condense time into a kind of beauty and wear it on my chest instead of my tears.
Say amber?