The heart of lovers are pain, just, even if it is painful, but also so willing. I only use a light ink, depicting my deep love, put it on the lintel of the years, regardless of whether you will remember, and will not ask you will not read up. Just wait until the lead is washed out, come to the depths of the red dust, and then slowly look back to savor in the years on the strata, once a beautiful encounter, will still be in the first place, Fangfei as in the past!
Living in the obsession of people, everything is very serious and hard. The people who put down the obsession, will let themselves go with the flow.
Sometimes, perhaps need a constant hobby and a beautiful mind, so that our soul has something to rely on. So, I like all the people like extremely unusual wandering in the world, but my heart and soul is always obsessed with you, so you become my transcendence in the dust of the poem and far away.
If there is an afterlife, I am willing to wait for decades of time to complete the mission of this life quietly. In the next life, I will be in the red dust must pass through the ferry port firmly, has been waiting for you to come to meet with me.
In this life, I can not use my body to protect you from the wind and rain, then, let others to care for you, give you happiness, as long as you are well, I have been satisfied.
One day I will be old, so old that I will forget all the past, forget all the relatives and friends, and even forget who I am. At that time, my mouth may still instinctively recite your name again and again. Because you have long been integrated into my life and blood, and not just exist in my memory.