That year's spring blossomed like this year's spring blossom, hundreds of flowers bloomed, bees fluttered, butterflies fluttered in the bushes, and the occasional wind blew, thousands of flowers cascaded and danced with the season's fragrance and beauty. However, this spring is full of flowers, but you can't find the happiness and romance of that season, because time is beautiful and useless without you. I can't forget that you are tangled in my heart and become sad in my mind. I still love you y, just like when we met at the beginning of that year. But I can no longer touch your body temperature from a distance.
There is a kind of helplessness called watching the fire from across the river; there is a kind of regret, called deep love. Eternal life for a lifetime, attachment for a lifetime, love to the depths of loneliness, love to the depths of helplessness I can not forget you, I always think of you, my soul lover, on the other side of the bank looking at you across the river, the flowers bloomed without leaves, the leaves are long without flowers, but can not meet. You and I, you and I, the distance between us is like the flowers and leaves of the flowers on the other side. Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers. Even if the flower is connected to the leaf, we can only cherish each other across the unattainable distance, but we can't meet each other. You know how much I miss you and how hard you are to forget.
When I met you, your arrival in my life marveled and melted the ice in my heart. So you infused warmth and touch into my soul. Therefore, you will become the yearning and eternity flowing in my blood. It is a pity that the destiny between us is scattered as we walk. Scattered fate and endless thoughts. Your departure left a long lasting attachment in my life. After a long, long time, I still can't forget you. I still think about you all the time. I want to gently walk up to you and tell you what is in my heart. I can't be there for you in all seasons. I can't make you my warm hand. I can only watch you silently from afar, my soul lover on the other side.
Heart is the thought of you, the pain of love and beautiful memories. No happiness will keep you in my life, but my heart will always be with you. I love you only once in my life, I love you only once in my heart. I have traveled through thousands of mountains and red dust, you are in the mountains and rivers; I have seen the picturesque scenery, you are in the flowers.
Thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you, knowing that you can't, but thinking of you. This is a kind of torture, but also a kind of sweet. In fact, I can't tell what it feels like to have lovesickness. Sweet with sour, warm with melancholy. Countless long nights because of thinking about you, a person curled up in the corner tears, obviously thinking about your heart hurts, but still do not want to be alienated, can not give up. Love is only once in a lifetime, but you are the only one in your life, can not be together, the pain of lovesickness, beautiful memories, so the memories can not see you.
How much hope in the world, how much helplessness in the heart, how much warmth you gave me, how lonely I was after you left. Day after day, night after night, year after year, I hope, think, read, but I can't bear the pain, but I can't bear the trouble. Love deep is lonely, love deep is helpless. Over time, the years have changed, and thoughts are tangled in the heart, turning into the vicissitudes of the face. I want you, I want you, but I can't see you, but you will always be the protagonist of my love world, which is the obsession I can't let go.
My biggest regret in my life is to be obsessed with my own life, helpless, caring for my own life, and suffering for it. But my dream has always surrounded my soul, but I can't leave it. I can't spend three meals with you in four seasons, so I choose to keep you deep in my heart, to stay with me in my heart, to rely on me in my dreams, to make you another perfection in my soul. I miss you so much, the only person I have ever loved y in this life there is a kind of helplessness, called the fire across the river; there is a kind of regret, called the love of the deep and shallow; there is a kind of warmth, called the soul dependence; there is a kind of obsession, called the sky is long and the earth is long.
The rest of my life, I will still think of you, think of you, silently think of you, until life burns out the last trace of luster!