I don’t care why you shed tears, and I don’t care who else is in your heart. Please let me comfort you. No matter whether the ending is happy or sad, promise me not to wander around late at night and take good care of yourself. Although you haven't heard from you for a month, I always believe that you have never left, just where I can't see you.
Passing by the scenery I have seen before, my heart suddenly aches. I once left laughter and speech here, and was moved without words. Where are they blown away by the wind now?
Perhaps, for some things, you always have to be hurt before you realize how naive your thoughts are. Some people always have to find the lost beauty after losing it. Some things always have to wait until they are irretrievable. Only then did I know how to cherish.
On the gentle breeze in June, I could vaguely see that familiar shadow in the dimly lit place. She said she missed me; she said she didn’t want the song to end; she said she fell in love when she heard the sound of rain. She would think of Ruyan's past; she said that she didn't want to end this relationship...
Summer flowers in June, in a trance, I seemed to hear the sound of time going back, and I stood in the tunnel of time. , standing with a smile on his face, greeting you when he turned around to embrace you. At that moment, I realized that the one who walks the fastest misses the most beautiful scenery; the one who hurts the most is the truest feeling. It turns out that sincerity is the closest to sadness.
The scorching sun in June, the endless crossroads in the hot midsummer, I can’t see through the loneliness in the crowd, can’t hear the cry of the sea, so I look for your shadow crazily, asking about you all over the world Its whereabouts are still unknown.
My dear, listen, time records my thoughts about you: time passes through my fingertips, waves appear, and flows on the screen. There are some words and some feelings. If you know it, you will feel safe. If you don’t know, you will feel safe. , take good care of yourself, the summer is hot, drink more water; make a wish to the shooting star, let the baby know that I am silently waiting for you to turn around, and announce to the world: I have no regrets in this world, and love will accompany me, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you all my life.
Dear, please remember, no matter where you are, I am only a turn away from you.
Still water for seven months, the memory of love
At the end of summer, what I miss is being with you and talking about everything; what I miss is dreaming with you; what I miss is What I miss is the urge to love you after the quarrel; what I miss is the silent touching and the warmest embrace between us.
I remember the song you sang for me on my birthday last year; I remember the moments when you and I got to know each other last autumn; I remember the warmth you gave me in last winter; I remember what you said at dusk last year. Accompany me to grow old slowly...
In a life as quiet as water, when you open that yellowed photo, the corners have been rolled up. When you look back, it is like the daisy in autumn, with the most touching words. The posture blooms in the cool wind, as strong and indestructible as a jade tree facing the wind.
Mountains and rivers cannot bear too much sorrow, and years cannot withstand too long waiting. Spring flowers love to sway in the wind, but the yellow sand has to bury ignorance and resentment. It must eventually fade away, and the prosperity will become a dream; the sea water will never dry up, and the sky will not penetrate you. The world of mortals will smile with you.
Looking into the distance is a deep feeling, the tenderness in the rain, the city with cars like flowing water and horses like dragons, looking forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter, but can’t look forward to the end. Where is the end of the world to return home, a song high and a thousand lines of tears, the sky There is no end, the land is endless, and the love is unable to be retained in the irritation of the intestines. How many misty and rainy towers, how many deep affections you have for me, how many sunsets and dusk misses you, how many teardrops are shed freely...
How many flamboyant smiling faces are left in the wind and rain, how many unforgettable past and shoulder-to-shoulder moments are left behind after the rainbow How many wet tears are left behind, how many heart-piercing scars are left after the pain, how many silent touches are left after love, and how many reluctant memories are left after parting. Everything is like fallen flowers in autumn, scattered everywhere, ashes and annihilated.
My dear, do you still remember that we met back to back and sat on the lawn, watching the sunset, singing and growing old together with you...
== =PS: In the blink of an eye, it’s spring, the earth has revived, the trees have sprouted, leaving the sky beautiful. I believe you are still here and have never left. My love is like the wings of an angel guarding you. If your life ends here, , from now on without me, I will find an angel to love you for me...