I stand at this end of the red dust waiting for you

Night, quiet, wind, gently, I stupid, standing in the red dust this end waiting for you.

One year, two years, three years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, the long years of the river, I learned to endure, because I know, one day, you will appear.

What a beautiful season it was, the green season when everything sprang into life, and it was in that spring that you finally came.

When you came, it was like a ray of light illuminating my eyes, you were just like that, really standing in front of me, there was no surprise, there was no accident, everything was just for the promise of our past life.

You said, "Many years ago, I should have known you, but unfortunately that season, you did not come." I looked at you faintly, so calmly, even though the sea of my heart was already rippling.

I wore that white dress, the train danced in the wind, my hair flew in the wind, you came from afar, don't be sad, don't be happy, don't be angry, don't be angry.

You didn't tell me how your heart tumbled in the moment you and I met, you didn't tell me that in my eyes you saw a different kind of luster.

Without saying anything, you and I went from being strangers (originally not strangers) to being familiar with each other, without flowers, without oaths, without any promises, without any confessions, so that the two hearts were tightly attached to each other.

So everything has become a boring setup, all the language in the world is pale, and then gorgeous language, and then exquisite poetry, can not depict the love.

Bone-deep longing, the joy of meeting each other, the bitterness and sweetness of waiting, the tacit understanding and heartfelt feelings when they meet, so there is no topic about love, but the two individuals gave their hearts to each other.

The long red dust, flowers blossom and fall, neon flashes, wine intertwined, any thousands of human love love and hate, any road traffic, all kinds of prosperity, can not withstand your words of concern, a concerned look.

Many times, so like a person, quietly waiting in the corner belonging to their own, thinking about their own affairs of the heart, any window outside the scenery how charming, any Chinese music played, only I am a person, guarding a calm as water heart, fantasy of your future, recalling the picture of the drop.

Maybe the future is perfect, but that's just the fairy tale has the ending, more is the future of the bleak, love the bitter, hate the heartbreak, but I never want to give up, that's what makes people heartbreaking things ah! Without my favorite, my life will be how bleak? Under the shadow of the moon, a person alone to drink loneliness so long, any gray hair winding, the heart but no regrets.

If I leave you, I will be a walking corpse, a shell without a soul, stumbling on the road, it will be the biggest loss of my life, what happiness, what happiness, for whom to work hard, and for whom to fight?

Without you, how can I face all the troubles with a smile, and then difficult, and then bitter, as long as your sentence of comfort, you can let all the haze dissipate, so that the sunshine into my window to.

If there is no you, this strange city, I will be alone, how can I still stay in this land with your acquaintance, every year in the spring season of lilacs bloom, how can I tears in my eyes, to see the lilacs bloom piece flying.

Without you, how will my life continue? Without hope, without vision, without faith, without courage, I will become a lonely leaf in the autumn wind, dancing the last dance, leaving with hatred.

If there is no more you, for whom should I write verses of longing? One sentence of love is like the sea, one sentence of love and hate, I lost my love, without the inspiration of poetry, I will become an idiot, walking on the road where you and I met, reading your name obsessively.

Dear, I will not give up, no matter how much suffering encountered, no matter how much more difficult problems will be encountered, I am still your favorite, through thick and thin, never give up.

How many times, I want to put down, because the shackles of love make me tired, how many times I want to leave you, on the road to freedom, spread wings and fly, can think of you, I will shed tears, I will silently wait for you in your territory, without you, my everything is meaningless.

The bitterness of longing, the pain of entanglement, the joy of meeting each other, the sorrow of parting, only you, let me believe in love, so that I can not forget, only you, let me put down everything, just to wait for you.

The red dust in ten thousand feet, the long road of life, only love you, only for you, only you, only belong to you, I am waiting for you in the depths of the red dust, in the past life, in this life and the next.