C149 (1/2)
Distant person, can you hear that faint yearning, in the same sky, then the separation of the Milky Way, will forever stay?
”The word 'love' was tied up because it was too deep, but in the end, it was merely fate. Meeting is fate, interacting is fate, parting is fate, and parting is fate.” The word 'love' was tied up because it was too deep, but in the end, it was only fate.
Zhang Song gently caressed the grave that already had grass growing on it, as precious tears of farewell silently flowed down his face. In the end, after bidding farewell to Mu Xinyi, he finally took a step that was filled with the vicissitudes of life, loneliness, and loneliness. His lonely back was reflected by the setting sun. His shadow grew longer and longer until it disappeared.
”The yellow flowers were picked as a pillow bag, the music screen was deep and fragrant. Come back to the forty-three years of dreams, when the lights are dim, no one will tell us to cut off the intestines! ”
To pay homage to the memory of the past, the quiet night, I wake up. Looking out the window at the pitch-black night, he couldn't help but think back to that time.
The pain, like the flood, drowned the thoughts; the tears, like pearls, sparkled in the depths of my eyes; the love, like the peach blossoms in March, was destined to wither in the April morning, as if you and I, whether it was a misunderstanding or a struggle, would never be together in the end.
Closing my eyes, the blurry memory is your unreadable appearance, like the dawn before the mountain, hazy with mystery, let me want to see but can not touch. I wanted to see you clearly, but the distance of reality was like a mist, always separating us from each other.
That night, I half-closed my eyes and saw you in the distance through the faint starlight in the darkness. You stand in the darkness, like a ghost, silently staring at me, light and darkness depicted us as vivid. I have always been a figure standing in the sun, and you are always hiding in a dark corner. You and I, one bright and one dark, have nothing to do with each other, yet we long to meet for a moment at dusk or dawn.
The heart has desire, reality is heartless, when the desire and helplessness put together, is the sky teasing, or the illusion and the real opposition.
At that moment, you chose to evade, leaving me alone in fantasy, letting me desperately chase after you, but I was unable to find your tracks.
In reality, you have something to worry about. In the illusion, I was in the midst of a crazy search. We crossed each other, but we never crossed each other. We always passed each other over and over again. In the moment of turning around, love is entangled, emotion is a sharp blade, when the two blended together, the sharp blade cut off entanglement, or silk binding sharp blade.
You and I are entangled with each other for a time, or a lifetime; you and I are opposites of Yin and Yang, whether it is a bad fate, or fate.
When you leave, love at last becomes a wound, desolate song, sadness has worn through the light green moss on the Sanshen stone.
Countless times in my dreams, I chase after your figure. You always laugh along the way, but never turn back. Let me remember your appearance in my heart. The love I can't get is always the most beautiful, but the eternal waiting is the most painful thing. To choose the most painful method for the sake of the most beautiful was ultimately more pain or more beauty. Perhaps to you, pain is also a kind of beauty, but to me, eternal pain is not something that can be dissolved by the beauty of the moment.
Time was very fair to people, but it was also very cruel to them. When the years passed, when they looked back, their determination would turn into endless regret. The time that had passed could drown all light, no matter how beautiful it was, there would always be a time when it withered. When the day comes, hate your heart, sigh and accompany, that time we, hate more, or regret more. When your life ended at dusk and your memories were ruined, do you still remember the love we have now? Do you still remember the crazy person who chased after you all those years ago.
”In the south of the city's pavilion, there is a lockdown workshop. The lone crane only returned with injuries. The dirt and moss had already covered several lines of ink. Who would be the one to wipe out the collapsing wall?”
Twilight came, life far away, when you closed your eyes, in this life the most unforgettable regret, but also my vague figure.
Pain like the tide, fill my heart, hate like a shadow, and love with the wind, when the memory of the distant, I stood in front of the peach tree, looking at the wind down the willow catkins, a flash of a figure, that is you, my heart forever scar.
The sunset was bright, but the water was merciless. The two of them knew each other and loved each other. Don't look back at the time when the road, when the mood changes mercilessly.
Love in the heart of distant lingering.
The white wedding dress, the bright red carpet, the countless blessings of the eyes with you, this is your life's only wish.
Today, when you joined hands with the world, but did not realize the desired, but took the lead to complete your fated fate, I looked at the distant mountains, sent out my heart's wish: love in the heart, the distant entanglement.
Who was the one who said he would cut off his intestines? Broken Clouds had a dream of endless events.
There are many paths in life that must be taken by oneself. There may be some difficulties, and there may be some entanglement, but it is your destiny after all, and no one can reverse it. The belated blessing comes with bitterness and bitterness. I hope that this blessing can wipe away the regret in your heart.