Time is like a river.
The left bank is an unforgettable memory.
The right bank is youth worth grasping.
Intermediate rapid flow
It was a faint sadness of youth.
If I could talk,
If I know how to cherish
If there weren't so many mistakes and injuries between us.
Can we go back to the beauty we first saw?
But how can life allow us to have such consequences?
Some people are doomed to miss it.
Some things are doomed to be powerless.
Some pasts are destined to be unforgettable.
I love past lives.
If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I'm the one you hide under your wrist.
If you are the handsome guy who walked under the bodhi tree.
I am a bodhi full of flowers.
If you are a teenager who comes home at night,
I am a butterfly that follows you all the way.
Just your longing and my expectation.
Destined to be incompatible
Your carelessness, my obsession
After all, it is a dream in the mirror.
Unreal and ethereal
Buddha theory
Looking back on the past 500 times
Only for the passing of this life.
whether or not
We miss it again and again.
It's that we haven't practiced enough
Is that we are not religious enough.
Our sins are sinful
It's that we are destined.
That is to miss.
The reasons are indistinguishable.
you said
When both sides are in a humble situation, help each other
When both sides are in a humble situation, help each other
And then you.
Disappeared from my life.
Those days when you accompanied me all the way.
The songs and laughter we left behind.
those
Teach me, so hard to forget.
How could I forget?
you said
The entanglements of this world
But later generations chat
You smile easily.
My heart is broken with pain.
I don't know what that is.
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