Sue refers to Sandy, who shattered the quiet fleeting time, and those scattered bits and pieces kept the time in the fleeting time.
Night, very cold; Reading, very astringent, thinking, very warm, thinking, with a touch of sadness.
Time flies, I always like to pass through my heart and meet you like a flower. I stood quietly at the corner of the years, looking back and remembering the touching encounters and impermanent parting in my life. Sometimes, an instant is eternity. Looking back suddenly, the old is the years, but the old is the original bright and warm.
I want to know why, in a flash, we grew up in the breeze and drizzle.
Those flowers are in full bloom.
Those sunsets
Those pure and clear times
Those bright youth and youthful sadness.
How did it flow so cleanly through the lush years?
Youth is only a touch across time, and a large piece of mind falls in the shadow of time and accumulates into a fleeting time.
Youth is half bright and half sad.
At that time, the pure white branches still hung with warm memories, just like the fleeting time to wash the sunset snow in Qian Shan, peeling off the shell, revealing warmth and sweetness.
I enjoyed the warmth of time, and I forgot to bloom in the fleeting time.
Youth is so short, I met the person I love when I was in full bloom, life is so limited, and I was deeply loved by the person I love in the most beautiful years.
Miss, shuttle in time, tighten my heart, tighten ... Originally, miss is sugar, sweet and sad.
The wind has passed, and the past is blowing in the wind. Should we all be a heart flower, thank you only once, and bear fruit only once in our lives? At the best of times, the faded past flows all over the world with the wind, scattered in romantic years, neither increasing nor decreasing, nor fading.
Who cut time into fireworks? In an instant, everything was prosperous. A tree flower, at a glance, is the end of the world.
If I can, I want a clock that can make time to go back; I want a fixed picture that shines with the beauty I want; I want a pair of wings that forget the pain and fly to the faded years. The falling snow is empty, and the monologue has made me feel half-burning and half-quiet all my life.
What you gave me was the tenderness I wanted.
Your love, how pure ... looks and heart are as clean as you.
Those memories left in youth are like a green vine in summer. The tentacles are cold, and liking someone is fate, even if it is doomed, it is also doomed.
Some things cannot be refused, such as loneliness, such as memories, such as falling in love with you.
As soon as you meet the fate of the world, you need a series of time.
Since then, every day has been cut into segments, and each segment has something to do with you. From then on, every breath will have your breath. From then on, every time I have an idea. From now on, your name will be hidden in my palm. Spreading it is missing, grasping it is happiness.
From then on, our smiles, our tears, our affection.
When we were young, we only spent money on people I loved and people who loved me.
Even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down, you will give me your arms.
I wake up every day with you and the sun shining. That's the happiness I want.
It's good to be with you every day. I joke and you laugh.
There will always be unexpected warmth in life.
Your smile is the warmth I met unexpectedly.
Your warmth is my sunshine in winter.
You are here, the sun is here, and this is the future I want.
We don't ask dates, we don't ask stories. Just be quiet at the moment. Happiness is crystal.
On a sunny day, that beautiful encounter made my years calm. Time is like water, time is speechless, time flies, and the seasons turn around. Those warm times are as soft as petals and slowly bloom at the fingertips like flowers.
The breeze is drizzling. You've been here the whole time.
We are all stars scattered in the universe and frequently appear in each other's lives.
When I met you, the stars bloomed in the gentle night like fairy tales.
Those years blown away by the wind, swept away to recall, I am at this end of time and space, looking at the season when we first met, the sunny season, the season waiting to be stretched, the warm and humid March wind passing by, the blue and bright June summer, the pure white and clear winter snow and the same sky, breathing the same wisp of air.
I look at you like this, like this. When our eyes wriggle, even though time and space are empty, I still have no regrets. I look at you like this. Your eyes are endlessly spoiled, cherished and gentle, and your smile is like the blue sky, pure and thorough.
I don't like spring, but I like breeze, I don't like summer, but I like drizzle, I don't like autumn, but I like fallen leaves, I don't like winter, but I like snow, I don't like the world, but I like you.
I don't know when I like to look up at the blue sky with a smile. Those are your clean and clear eyes.
There is always a person in this world, sweet and sour, warm and gentle.
At the crossroads of youth, I am not walking alone.
Because of you, I am no longer easily sad.
In the colorful years of British decline, you and I became us.
It was a wonderful time, and my eyes hit the curtain of my dream. It is your love that paints my world with colorful colors.
Once I dreamed in the middle of the night that I was a child, wearing the most beautiful clothes, running towards you so fast that I could even hear the wind passing by my ears. I have never run so freely, because the destination is you, so I can't bear to part with it, I can't restrain it, I can't deviate from it. So I've liked you ever since.
I want to know, is there a journey to eternity?
Like that flower, like that sunset.
This city is so empty and this yearning is so strong.
I can't think of you in this unforgettable memory You became me, the real heartbeat and breathing.
Sometimes happiness is a lake, so quiet that you can hear the sound of rising and falling tides, or you can lie on the grass and look at the blue sky and white clouds through your hands when the sun is shining.
But why are there astringent tears in my eyes when I miss you?
This is a beautiful, sad and sweet love, a warmth and melancholy that no language can express.
You and I both say that missing is the pain of breathing.
I miss you as much as you miss me.
When moss covered my tears, pure white snow floated outside the window in early spring, a silvery white world and a blurred vision. When the whole world was silent, I was on the other side of time and space. I can always hear you whispering in my ear and telling our thoughts with a childlike smile.
Those young people who have nowhere to put them are broken, which makes people feel distressed. My world has pushed away all the people, only keeping you in my heart.
My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found the sky in your eyes.
The love you gave me is crystal clear, clean and cool.