Valentine's Day Memorial
When love becomes a belief, it will be reciprocated in an infatuated way.
You have been so far away from me, even though my lonely eyes are still replaying yesterday's love over and over again. I think only I know what kind of bright moon there was, and now it is still floating in my heart. It is cold and proud. You are lonely again. Separated by so many fence-like buildings and empty mountains, can the penetrating sunshine of this summer evaporate my thick accumulation of tears into salt in one afternoon? I have been working hard to let I no longer think of you. The mottled heart marks slowly settle in the lavender thoughts.
Thousands of mountains and rivers away, the soft words of sadness, the chanting in a trance for a long time, gradually drifting away, I like to leave my mark on you, but I never remember that you have never belonged to me, that kind of whistling The numbness and inner displacement that come with it will slowly revive in the dead of night, every time when you are unruly and lonely among the crowds in the hustle and bustle, and under the pale table lamps on every side, they will slowly revive, from the deepest part of the soul. Walking out, weaving a dazzling light in front of my eyes, stinging my eyes silently, love finally became a tragedy, and the hand of time cruelly wrote that loving each other was like having loved each other.
Those tiny, youthful sorrows. My heart ached, I casually picked up a bundle of thoughts that formed one south and one north, and gradually transformed into a brilliant rainbow in my spotless hands. Here’s to celebrating Valentine’s Day. Life is like a dream, and a dream is like a thousand journeys. We have been searching since the day we were born. Find stories in the scenery, time in the words, or in other words, find belonging in the fleeting years. In the end, I actually forgot my original intention of coming to the human world and the promises I made in my past and present lives. Some people say that impossible love is a disaster. I love you! This is my disaster. There was a gathering and a separation, and they left in such a hurry that they never said goodbye to each other. Hold on to your silence, carry the quiet loneliness, and be at peace with the situation. When people are traveling, they know whether they are warm or cold. In the long and cool time, there is a place full of thoughts like water, silently counting the flowers blooming and the wind passing by.
It's God's will, why did you unconsciously enter the wrong password that you memorized, causing you to lose nearly one million and pushing you into the whirlpool of family conflicts? I always thought that I owed you, but now I don’t think so, I gave you my true feelings, I love you so much! You don’t have to hate either. Quan Dang didn't meet at the wrong time, but Quan Dang didn't take a step back and seriously deal with the person he met.
promised each other and were willing to go to the end of the world hand in hand. But, how far is the end of the world? Turn around and it's already the end of the world. The gatherings and separations in the world are ordinary, but some are eternal and unexpected. If you forget, just wipe the edges of your eyes and write it off. If you remember, just remember it and think of it casually. Thank you for the love token you gave me. You asked me to wear it on Valentine's Day. I fixed it in your favorite smile and sealed it in a box, letting it become an eternal pain in my heart! Love has been stolen.
2600 days, time is still as sharp as before, but we are as light as water and calm as wind. In the fleeting years that are getting closer and closer, when life comes to an end, you feel lonely and confused, because we are going to be separated from this world, and there will be no one to meet again from now on. At that time, will you still hide in Yuju and miss the purple treasure that was once held in your palm? Will you forgive her for the mistakes she made unintentionally?
Is there a kind of love in this world called inseparable and never together? Looking back at memories, it is difficult to tell how many feelings can be erased and how many stories can be treasured. I open my palm and look at my fate quietly. The line of love gradually blurs as it stretches. I carve your name into the sand in my palm.
all say that life is beautiful while waiting, but life is too hasty. If having the fleeting prosperity comes at the price of a beautiful heart, then isn’t this price too heavy?
I went to see the dry well in my home
The smile and shyness of my childhood were buried in it
How much I want to tell you the reality of life
That is not the reality I want
If there were still birds in the world that could pass through
I would still look up at the sky... …
