Tears of love owed to you in a previous life allegory

If there is an afterlife for people, if there are really ghosts and gods in the world, guess what we were doing in our last reincarnation? Perhaps, your previous life was a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, in the late fall accompanying the maple leaves drifting away, was moved into the midnight bells of the passenger boat. The frosty wind blew askew the frost-stained fishing fire, and blew in the willow moon's suspended love. Maybe, my past life is a thousand mountains on the river in straw raincoat hat, ten thousand trails without a trace, the river snow lonely boat, in the red dust fishing alone. Smell a wisp of flowers, from now on adhere to the wait for the moon, with sadness gaze ......

Perhaps, in a previous life, you are thirteen weaving pigment, fingers such as peeling onion beauty, adhering to the bushel of reeds, such as silk, a long time to forget the faith in the hands of Laolu Laolu, tiptoe welcome the waiting, despairing and distant, but also the drainage will be no destiny in the dusk of the moribund and the beginning of the silence of the people set, take skirt In the dying dusk, the beginning of the silent people set, take the skirt off the shoes, lifting the body to return to the sobbing thought of the heart of the water, only from the peacock's southern flight of the wail, listen to the voice of pity. Perhaps, my past life is a drop of crystal tears, by the cold wind destroying wood, frost knot orchids of the government officials eye, fell a thousand times prosperous. In the season of butterflies and bees, condensed into a horse sadness, contempt for the heartbreak of the dew, but can not wake up the branches cover each other, leaf to leaf when the sleeping elves, had to be in the morning, wandering back.

How many years ago, you came with the moon. A piece of brilliant love into my waiting heart, and after this, your eyes are always in my deep thoughts now and then, a long-lost feelings such as the moon rising, hanging high on the cliff of thought, I have tried to drive away this bone-deep demon of the heart, however, the more you want to forget, but the more profound, and finally you were lured on the boat crowing and the moon falling, you said that no matter where you go, the boat carries the same love and truth! The boat carries the same love and truth no matter where you go, so, in the warm bosom of the moon, fragrant dreams, dreams wake up, too late to tell you, too late to retain you, you are in a hurry to leave. The residual dream, still residual your tenderness ......

Many years later, still night and night for you to cover the door of the heart, knowing that you will not come, but longing for the miracle will be bursting out in an instant, I know that the guard is a kind of painful happiness, however, I am willing to, willing to in this broken waiting for the thoughts out of the eyes, immersed in the night The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for the work, and then I'm going to have to pay for the work.

Always like to stand silently in front of the window, so that thoughts over and over again back and forth balked at the threshold of my broken ......

Traveling through the world, we will always be the sudden karma smashed, some of the karma is just a dream, the instantaneous fading into the Pinkie Pie; some of the karma is the landing roots, rooted into the We are in the life, from now on entangled.

Early winter, the weather in the south is melancholy and sentimental, yesterday, the sky gloomy face, today, the oblique wind with a drizzle wantonly down, making the air become more cold and damp, so that people feel more winter depression and cold.

The wind and cold rain, alone in a corner, alone in thought, alone in a sad song, alone in a sadness and loneliness, alone to endure a heartache and helplessness.

"I am the love tears owed to you in the past life, meet you in this life is destined to be sad; past life reincarnation in exchange for this life, rubbing shoulders of the poignant heart words burnt to ashes ......"