Monologue
Monologue-Weil
Flowers wither, flowers fly, the sky is red, the fragrance is broken, who can pity?
Everyone had their moments of self-pity. Even the strongest person would feel sorry for themselves in times of hardship and loneliness. Most people might think that Lin Daiyu was weak and petty, but her personality was a common problem for most people. Almost everyone had it. The difference was that Lin Daiyu loved to cry, but most people would hold back their tears.
Lin Daiyu expressed it in her poems, but most people drown their sorrows in wine. As for me, I'm not as good as the first two. I endure it. Overly self-pity was pretentious, but people who didn't pity themselves were just people who weren't understood.
When faced with us like this, Weijie, are we just not understood by each other or are we too pretentious?
We were all ordinary people, so we didn't have the domineering attitude of " the Duke of Zhou spit out his food, and the world returned to him." Instead, we had the romantic feeling of " but for the sake of the king, we have pondered until now." Did the times change too quickly, or was it fate?
If there was heaven's will, would it mean that what would not be lost would not be lost, and what would not be missed would definitely not be missed? No matter what kind of attitude we have, whether we pursue or wait, what should appear will definitely appear.
As for Weijie, would he leave eventually? Choice was just a button in the game to cover up one's true fate. Fate has long been written according to the script, just like how our DNA has long been inherited from our ancestors. The password and path have been set, and it cannot be violated or disturbed.
Then I love you, can I only say it now? We both chose the right path, because what we missed in the arrangement of fate was just an opportunity that had been set up long ago. When I looked back at the road I had walked, I realized that I had always been very lonely, because my fate had always been one step away from you.
Monologue
Monologue-Wei Jie
This feeling can wait to become a memory, but at that time it was already lost
Was it because many things could not be obtained, or lost, or because they could be used to be sad, so they became beautiful and flawless? What Li Shangyin regretted was what he lost and what he couldn't get, but what was it that made me sad? Was it you, Weil, or was it me?
If tomorrow's road you don't know where to go
Just stay by my side and be my wife, okay?
My arms that are not broad enough will also be your warm embrace
If you're tired of the wind and rain outside
Just stay by my side and be my wife, okay?
I will definitely bear your occasional temper
Maybe I can still give you
A little surprise, a little laughter
A simple and peaceful nest
Will someone say the same thing to you years from now, or can I say the same thing to you? And what you give up, or what I give up, may be my only regret.
Are we too young, or have we matured too early? Should we be braver, or should I be braver than you, and the person who can say those simple and reassuring words to you can be me?
And I don't have to hum such a warm song in my heart anymore. Wei Yi, did fate turn too fast and abandon me, or did it abandon our love? I wanted to bear it, but you didn't give it to me, or I didn't bear it, but you wanted me to bear the uneasiness. I couldn't find it!
! However, my coldness has already accumulated and accumulated in places where I can see you or never see you.
When I looked back at our intertwined fates, they were like shadowy lines in a sketch. One by one, I could no longer find any order. They could only be so powerless and cold.
The ruts of fate that I have run over all the way, I am trembling alone. Is it that when you are by my side and when you are not by my side, we are only a step away from each other's fate, watching and entangling, but we still can't warm each other up?
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