Flowers bloom and fade are always poetry, and fate comes and goes always affection. Unable to understand emotions, unidentified fate. Joy, sorrow, separation, fate, separation, separation, who is whose loneliness, who is whose warmth, who is whose end, who is whose clear distinction between Tao? Fate comes, the water is overflowing, and spring is warm and flowers are blooming and lovely words are endless; fate goes, loneliness sits and breaks, and we will never meet each other forever. Love, hate, love, hatred, and every little thing is always missed.
Everyone has a thought in their hearts. There is always someone who treasures deep or shallowly in the depths of your soul; there is always a memory that is inadvertently filled with long-lost sentimentality. Whose thoughts has an old song awakened? Half a cup of old words has wet whose empty heart? Who has gentler the years? Who amazed the time? The beauty flows, and the loneliness tastes shallowly. Only that warmth and a drop of tears were dripping from the cold.
Because of love, I have concern. There is more longing in my heart, more attachment in my thoughts, and more warmth in my touch. The beauty of concern makes the heart aches slightly but catches it off guard. I can't help but feel the thoughts rippling, and I silently treasure them while waiting. There is no need for unforgettable oaths, no need for poems that will last forever, because love is always by your side. I have never regretted it because I have loved it.
Missing someone in the name of love, missing a while. I remember the beauty in my memories, and the deep nostalgia in my memories chew on the confusion. When recording the sound of the heart, there are always some emotions, like a dusty book, which is accidentally read, and traces of the heart. Missing is gentle pain and tears. Missing, thoughts are hidden quietly, without intention, but they grow wildly; never forgetting, instant warmth replaces the sorrow.
The sea of heart is rippling, and the blurred love is unforgettable. Even though the world is changing, the soul and dream still call the distance; the past becomes a tune and memories become a song, and the threads cannot be let go, but they cannot be lingered. The past is full of affection, and the past is unforgettable. If the heart can be frozen, why do tears still tell the world forever? If love can be hidden, why can concerns break the moonlight into messy thoughts?
The past is tender and wantonly bound, and the longing expectation spreads and grows. In this way, the throbbing is better than thousands of words. All the plots are still in my heart, so how can I wake up from the poetic meaning? Years pass by, life has experienced the baptism of wind and rain, and its precipitation is as soft as the breeze and as gorgeous as the meteor. Whether it is fresh or withered, it is still remembered in the heart in the end.
Concern is the whisper of the soul and the dialogue of the soul; concern is the silent concern is the expectation of every second; concern is the poetic permeation of the snowflakes; concern is generous giving is the sublimation of love. Care is the loneliness in love, and care is the lingering in love. I am obsessed with nostalgia and wandering between the blood. My thoughts are graceful and uncensored but never stop. My heart is lonely and entangled, but I can only be speechless.
I am willing to stand for love because of the many tears I miss. Everything is because of the deep love, everything is because of the passion of love. Give up for love, be lonely for love, and be worthy of love. Some people care about it is joy, and being cared about it is happiness. The people you care about are worth cherishing, and you must know how to cherish the people you care about. Life is warm because of cherishing, and feelings are colorful because of concern. When you walk into life, you walk into concern. When you look through it, you are not the warmth of yourself.
There is a kind of beauty called having once, and there is a kind of memory after love. From the meeting when you are in love at first sight to the end of fate that you never mention, if you say there is no fate, why will you get together? If you say there is a fate, how can you get away? Listen to the years, don’t say that life is not full of meaning, sorrow, joy, sorrow, separation and reunion are difficult to complete. The end of the fallen red is the fate of the world, and there are cold and warmth in the depths of life. A memory outlines the sleepless attachment, recalls the past and details, and feels a warmth and a coolness.
Some fate took root and became rooted in life, and it has been entangled since then. Looking back, it is still warm. When you think of it, it is still a beautiful scenery. Flowers bloom and fall with sound. As long as there is beauty in your heart, time can never grow old. In the limited world, I feel infinite gentleness. Learn to cherish it, just be quiet, no complaints, just experience it. Meeting is reincarnation, forgetting each other is perfection, love and hate are given to yourself with the fate.
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