Shallow encounter
Life is like a play. At every turning point, there are always unexpected encounters. Some meet and become songs, destined to accompany each other in this world of mortals. Some turn to study, destined to rush and walk alone. In fact, God is fair. When you close a door for us, you also open a window for us. That's why the idioms "parting becomes a song" and "lovesickness" came into being. This is why our life is both charming and confusing.
Meet, inadvertently. No agreement, no waiting. In this pink season, in this willow green time, a smile turned into a song, and a shallow language began to smile. The so-called 500-year review. The so-called, thousand-year wait. That's all.
Promise gently that I won't go unless you come. I didn't get old until you left. When we met, we ended with a smile.
Know each other very well.
Who tells at midnight that the heart is glazed? The loneliness tangled in the bottom of my heart and the moss tangled on my pillow go round and round. Gently pick up a piece, hold it in your hand, and gently blow away the traces left by those years. Over and over again.
Still in the same state of mind, still soft inside, reading such words, reading such a mood, unexpectedly, crying without words.
Maybe it is this midnight that makes me feel so lonely. With such loneliness, there are such words. With this, I have such a mood.
Listen, loneliness is singing. Listen, that thought is drifting. Like duckweed, like rain. No heart, no stay, only loneliness, only wandering.
Do not care about each other
There is no publicized happiness, and there is no publicized happiness, only a touch together. Just like this meeting, there is no cadence, no cadence. The story is as plain as a clear spring, flowing gently and quietly in the long river of years. No waves, occasional ripples.
Paragraph after paragraph of text, recording the dribs and drabs of our meeting.
One poem after another expresses the branches and leaves that we know each other.
I like flowers, but I prefer lotus flowers. New people come, and the dead go. Everything is safe.
Looking ahead, at the end of the road, there was a faint fragrance. It's you, step on the song.
Shallow eyes, in the depths of the forest, floated a faint fragrance. It's me, swimming against the current
Flat and flat, deep and shallow.
They are all interpreting truth and peace.
Hard to forget.
Some people just turn around. But this is the end of the world.
Just like some things, just a turning point. But it's already a cloak.
What is Tianya? What is a cloak? Nobody knows, nobody knows, just keep walking, keep walking.
Some feelings are just a look. But it disappeared forever.
Just like some love, it's just a draw. But it's been a long time.
What is eternity? What is Dijiu? Maybe only you know, only I know, only those kind people in the world of mortals will know.
Who is singing the farewell song in the wind? Who will worry about it? Twinkle, twist, but the world of mortals.
Forget each other, but can't. The past is unforgettable and cannot be forgotten.
Remember, take it to heart, in this disturbing world.
Cherish, along the way, in this gentle world of mortals.