The flowers haven't withered yet. I still remember you saying that when the fruits ripen and the flowers fall, we'll meet again at the end of the world.
So I looked at the scorching sun every day and prayed for the arrival of the autumn wind.
Finally, now that the fruit is ripe and the flowers are about to fall, time flows to the shallow shore in infinite anticipation.
I can't wait to go ashore, but I only see your footprints walking further away.
At that time, you held the Green Leaf Umbrella and smiled at the flowers in the ancient town, smiling like spring flowers blooming.
You said we would meet again in another land. I followed your footsteps to a strange shore,
But I only see your back still graceful and restrained. Her plain clothes are only soaked in my red letter.
It was said that if one made a wish at the rising of the moon, they would receive a blessing.
I thought the day was too long, so I cut a piece of moonlight,
He kept it in his hand, making wishes and praying every day.
I just want to make your smile pour out of my heart, even if I have to overturn the country.
But I only hurt my tearful eyes, already wrong fleeting years.
They could only place their endless pursuit in the rhythms of Tang poetry and Song Ci.
I hope to go to your city by the geese flying south.
The plantains by the roadside were still abundant, looking at the human world with clear tears.
I gently broke a willow leaf and placed it in my heart, planting endless thoughts into it.
When spring came next year, he would send it to the other side.
They say that this year's sky is full of blue glaze, when your blue lapels float in the sky,
I still like to listen to sad songs and write articles,
So my article has the sky blue and other misty rain,
After the rain falls, fate knocks on me, but I still stay in the old temple leisurely.
You smile and say I'm still so old-fashioned,
So I can only watch your back loiter in an unknown corner.
So I lost my bet,
There was still a cup of cold tea in the dusty teacup.
I have forgotten the other shore, the long pursuit has made me forget my purpose,
He only knew how to walk forward while looking at a set of footprints. The stars in the sky were still bright.
It made the footprints in front of him so dazzling. I stumble along an ancient road unknown,
Watching the flowers bloom and the moon fall, he chased after the wind and the moon. I thought if I swam fast,
I can catch up with your pace, so I try my best but only see the porcelain green gradually moving away.
I don't know why you walk so fast, but I can only secretly chase after you.
He ran towards the place where the sun rose.
You said you could wait for me at the beach, so I went to the beach. Who knows that you are already on the high mountain,
I have no strength to trudge, I can only watch your familiar figure swaying gently in the mountain wind.
His clothes fluttered. My sweat drops on the beach, and gives birth to prosperity,
My figure was climbing the mountain.
Tonight I still write, but there are no sad songs, although I like the mood of sadness very much.
But it will also change for you. And with the brush of a wolf, let me give you green hair,
The nostalgic E under the lamp is my tears, and the beating regular script is a sandalwood comb,
Let me comb your head of grey hair in a chaotic world.
The rain that cut off her thoughts chilled the temperature of her fingertips. I told myself not to cry.
The silence of the pale sunlight filled the mountain temple.
On the pine tree in meditation, I saw your silhouette, fuzzy and warm.
The suffocating soreness that hid in the air fermented in his heart.
The murmurs from her dreams woke up the sleeping driftwood.
The crimson bead curtains collided in the valley, and I heard your voice, low and gentle.
A light laugh was blown away by the wind in the rain, and the crisp sound of water droplets hooked the night sky.
The pure white curtain drew an arc of longing, and I felt your warmth.
The ancient bell rang in the temple, and I was intoxicated in the coldness of the room.
I can feel your real temperature in the illusion.
In the next reincarnation, I'm willing to become drifting dust,
Looking at your closest heart from the furthest distance.
Tami was a type of white and elegant flower. In the Buddhist language, it was also said to be a flower that bloomed in the sky.
It was white and soft, but it was a sad flower, destined to be filled with endless sorrow.
The autumn rain sky was devoid of sunshine and vitality.
Layers of haze piled up in his heart filled the entire city.
The words fell and swayed in the dark night.
From the dark and solemn night to the slightly bright dawn, time was always inadvertently reincarnated, calm and empty.
The flickering stars were like a dream, and all the noise had come to an end.
Her soft heart instantly solidified into ashes, fluttering in the colorful lights.
He hated himself for dwelling on the past and chattering away.
Such a bad habit was forgiven by him.
I remember the sadness of things being the same and people changing so deeply. This autumn, my mood is so different.
I thought I would be the favorite of this season. I used to dream like a princess,
I look forward to meeting my king. Love my little inferiority complex, forgive my little stubbornness.
He was like a lost child, searching, not caring if he would be covered in bruises in the end.
But love came so suddenly. You are my warm sun in winter,
It's my lifelong dream. Your existence is an unexpected surprise in my life.
In your clear reflection, I see myself being cared for.
You said that you would always be here and would never leave. Before he could finish his sentence,
Your figure gradually blurred in my world.
I suddenly felt like a child who had no one to rely on. That kind of hesitation was really terrible.
I can't find any trace of you coming here, and I can't describe the bitterness and grievance.
Such careful care was still missed in the end.
I can't continue with you in the beautiful years, no one can demand time and foresight.
I'm afraid that I won't be able to find you after I turn around, and you won't be able to lend me your shoulder anymore.
You continue to cultivate in your own story, and you are neither full nor lacking.
I think we will all meet the person at the other end of our lives and save each other.
He comforted himself that there was a kind of existence that was the same no matter where he was. I still feel grateful that you came.
I want to walk in the clouds and bloom an ethereal smile for you. Can you see it?
At this point, the time that had passed was written into eternity at this moment.
When they first met, it was like the sun caressing the earth, warm and genial.
A smile that could topple a city was like the sun shining on a snowy mountain, melting the ice and snow.
Her charming eyes were like silk, like the sun blowing across the grassland, full of vitality.
So I indulge in your warmth, chasing after your trace of nostalgia,
I want to be closer to you, even closer.
So, you are just a dream of mine, a dream that I chase after, a dream that I can never unravel.
Your love is all things, never stopping for anyone. You are neither warmth nor sunshine.
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