(Red dust in love, shallow encounter)
In the red dust in love, I am a woman outside the red dust, fresh and light, silent fragrance, willing to do a woman like chrysanthemum, idle to see flowers bloom and fall, quiet to taste tea and listen to the rain, so that will be contented. Years like poetry, stop in the flower-like years, or happy or sad, are a person's heart, not about the wind and moon, not about others. Like in a quiet night, left hand tea, right hand years, plus a pen, the prosperous world, into the tip of the pen, shallow knock down on the plain paper, in short, standing outside the red dust, all the common things, and I, can be spoiled.
A pen, shallow writing full of their own affairs of the heart, but also stationed in the red dust of others, I do not want to enter the red dust, only to stand in the red dust outside. How do you expect, the corner of the years, I met you, read your text, always let people think of the rainy alley, think of the rainy alley in the silence, think of the rainy alley in the sadness. One article after another, my heart from a butterfly into a backpack, very heavy and heavy. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
(The moonlight is like water, the red dust is missing)
Once upon a time, I fell into the red dust outside the woman? I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. I don't think about it, I just want to smile lightly, just want to be silent and happy. So, in a moonlit night, I began to take the identity of a woman in the red dust, will be a vein of heart, quietly written on plain paper, outlining their own mood, or happy or sad, but always smiling.
Shallow encounter, even if the two do not have any words, just need an unintentional look, perhaps destined to two people next intersection of the end, edge is this wonderful. When I met you, I thought, that is just a shoulder, but do not want to, the next intersection, you have become my favorite. I cherish the silence, cherish the sadness, when, if you laugh, I will be happy, if you are sad, I will be at a loss, yes, like a child likes to eat sugar, I like to see you laugh, attached to your smile.
Since then, between the end of the world, I turned my heart into a butterfly, gently released from my window, hoping to limp to the red dust with you. Carrying a lifetime of attachment, expressing a lifetime of love, I collected the fragrance of the season, gently hidden into the heart, that full of joy, full of tenderness, are rendered by this flowery fragrance, in the moonlight is as watery as the night, drifting with a clear fragrance. I will be the bottom of the heart flooded with thoughts, the bottom of the heart of the reluctance, gently knocked down, just to wait for this a world of fragrance. The end of the world, a whisper, a shallow singing, the end of the world, do you know? If you are well, I will have peace of mind. If you are not good, I will miss you a lot.
(A thousand turns, not to say the return date)
Walking on the familiar path, the leaves fell a ground, this sad season, I no longer sad, looking at the sky flying leaves, I quietly smiled, think, this season is really beautiful. Looking at the falling leaves in front of me, I reached out, a falling leaf will gently fall in my hand, looking at the yellow leaves, I think, busy season, perhaps tired, now, they can finally gracefully fall to the ground, perhaps each piece of leaf, are full of thoughts of the earth, so I banished the falling leaves in the palm of my hand, thinking of you, shallow smile.
Regardless of how many articles written and how many strong words said, I am, after all, a daughter, and therefore, also hope that someone to cherish, someone to love, someone to understand. In those days of blossoming sadness, it is you, since the red dust gently towards me, even if I coldly do not hesitate to look at you, you do not mind in the slightest, just quietly beside me, you put down their own sadness, across the far mountains and water, comfort me, encourage me, laugh at me, do not leave me. Day after day, month after month, on the left is your laughter, on the right, my grief gradually healing. I'm not a rock, there is perception, also thought I have been heartless people, how can I help it, is finally in your tenderness to laugh again, again feel the beauty of the world.
You said the roadside wildflowers are very beautiful, I faint smile, let you hurry to pick, or wildflowers will wither. Unexpectedly, you said: "Although the wild flowers are good, Yu only love you this rose, although with thorns, but the most beautiful!" I blushed and whispered to you: "Unfortunately, I'm not a rose, roses are too colorful, I just want to be a bland chrysanthemum, fresh and light, silent and fragrant." You said again, "Whether you are a rose or a chrysanthemum, even if you are a hedgehog, I still want to hold you in the palm of my hand." I was amused by you, you also laugh, in fact, we both understand, love is too heavy, we can not afford to carry, only across the end of the world, keep each other, cherish each other.
The heart is at hand, the body in the end of the world, for two people, why is not a kind of torture until death, but also how long after, I just understand, the world's most precious is not lost, but in the side. There are many roads in the world, only, at this intersection, met you, you know my sadness, know my joy, cherish me, love me, after a thousand turns, we are well, silently together, quietly together, this world of red dust, with me, and more than a touch, so I will cherish.
In this life, I met you, and I will stay with you until the spring.
In this life, I met you, I don't ask for a long time, I only ask for you to be well, and you have a bright future.
This life, met you, I do not ask the return date, also do not tell the sadness, only in the most beautiful years, separated from the end of the world, accompanied by you to talk, accompanied by you to see the moon, accompanied by you to count the stars.
-- firefly spring