I always remember this song:
If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please, please be gentle with them. It doesn't matter how long or how short the time you've been in love.
Then if you ever part, say goodbye properly, and also keep a thank you in your heart for the memory he has given you.
When you grow up, you will realize that in the moment of looking back, youth without resentment will have no regrets, like the full moon on the hill.
This has always been my favorite prose poem, regrettable and moving, helpless and warm.
Meeting is such a moving term. In this sea of people, in how many encounters every day rubbing shoulders, every day and how many hastily rub shoulders. And fate, can leave so little. So, such as me, thank God for the gift, and a chance arrangement. In fact, what I ask for is not much, as long as a little bit of true love is enough. In fact, what I am looking forward to is just that one moment.
I have never asked, beautiful give me your whole life. If you can meet you in an exotic place full of cherry blossoms, or on a snow-covered mountain that has fallen to the ground. If you can love y once and then part, then, again, a long life, not just, just, looking back that short moment.
In this life, I accidentally pierced the chrysalis, and after becoming a butterfly, I danced lightly in the flowers. In the song of loneliness, I danced gently and delicately. I am dancing, singing and contented in my laughter. One day, I am going to die drunk in the flowers. I remembered the time when I was at the Westfall. Looking at the willow, the eye is very sad. What I am sad about is not only a flower butterfly that passes away with the wind, but also the love that I will have later.
Beautiful destiny and beautiful poems are the same, can be met but can not be sought, often in the most unpredictable moment appeared.
I like that kind of fate, in the dream will be full of happiness, as if you are in front of my eyes, smiling at me, as we are old acquaintances like that. I like that kind of destiny, as if that is a predictable dream, knowing that you have been for me to pull thousands of miles, but also feel that the grass is beautiful, colorful, as if you and I just met for the first time.
I have been pondering over the question of whether there is any forever in this world. I originally did not have to think very hard to ponder this question, just because there is a you between, I suddenly have this idea. In fact, someone told me that no one in this world knows if there is forever. And what does it matter? It doesn't matter. Forever and ever is just a forever. Perhaps, it is just a dream and expectation. To be able to have, is the most beautiful after meeting in this life.
If possible, I would like to borrow a day from you at a certain moment of this encounter, in your beautiful life. Just for the sake, just to feel your real presence. Just for the sake of, just to see your charming face, just for the sake of, just for the sake of remembering you will have as flowers smile Yan. This way, I will be able to have no regrets in this life!
How can I meet you, in your most beautiful moment. For this, I have been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years. I've been begging him to let us have a relationship with him. The Buddha, so I turned into a tree, growing in the roadside you must pass. Flowers bloom in the sunlight, each one is the hope of my past life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, that is my waiting passion.