The song " Woman Like Smoke " tugged at every emotional nerve in his body. An active phantom swayed in the rising smoke. At this moment, his thoughts were a little messy.
Look, the weeping of the dead leaves outside the window, just like my mood at the moment.
Are you the one who saved me in this life? I don't want to be tied down by you, but," Once we meet, we will surpass the countless people in the world." There are flowers in my heart that quietly bloom.
This flower bloomed at night and withered at dawn. It repeated itself, withering and blooming.
I don't want to sink, but why is it that when I hear your soft call, my heart will ride the wings of dreams and fall into the net you woven with tenderness?
You said, in my previous life, I was a red candle, lonely and crying at your table;
You said, in my previous life, I was once a wild goose in the rain, hovering alone in front of your window;
You said, in my previous life, I was once a weeping willow, dancing alone in your eyes.
You said that it was the fate of the previous life that destined this bone-deep encounter in the depths of the mortal world.
Women were like smoke, and smoke was like women. That day, you ignited my tenderness with your true feelings, and I became the cigarette in your hand.
I don't know why you're willing to be with cigarettes in this life. Did you choose to be decadent or attached? Who knew if it was disappointment or obsession after the smoke dissipated?
Smoke, slowly burning, burning dreams, burning feelings, in your every breath, my dear, do you carefully taste my woman's heart like smoke?
As passionate as I am, in this life, I am willing to be a cigarette.
Regardless of whether the smoke burns music or elegy, I am willing to turn into a wisp of smoke, drill into your lungs, get close to your heart, listen to your most sincere heart sound, and sleep forever.
I didn't approach you for pleasure. In fact, I'm really afraid that after prosperity, it will wither and disappear.
I once joked with you that you are a kite, the string is in my hand, and your flight is under my control. I clearly know that you can fly higher and farther, so why am I clinging onto you?
I will let go of your hand and say goodbye with a smile. If you fly far away, please don't look back! Because I don't want you to see me cry. I will smile and wave my hand, even if I will be lonely forever.
I don't know if my dream will go back to blank again after I let go. I don't know, once I leave, after a year, whether I can still restore the calm pace, when the maple red slope, whether I can no longer listen to the whispers of the autumn wind? I don't know if I can be neither sad nor happy when I look at the familiar cloud floating in the sky after many years.
It was said that letting go was a kind of beauty. Then, could choosing silence really fulfill one's hopes?
That day, for whom did the sunshine on his face bloom? Today, who is the loneliness all over the ground for?
You don't know that you have touched a heartstring, but today, it has been sealed by me.
I will no longer be greedy for wine, no longer think of white hair and never leave each other, and fly together in this life. Let the sporadic fire of love be extinguished and never start a prairie fire.
There was no need to play the swaying glass of the Skinny West Lake, no need to recite the fragrant tea and ancient songs on the boat. Let the mottled longing in the wind gradually scatter in the lonely mountains and rivers, scattered between the two shores facing each other. From then on, on the beach of fleeting years, I set off a pile of old fireworks, lighting, appreciating, and laughing alone…
Women like smoke, whose fingertips do they fall in love with?
Yan Yan, who is in love? When the smoke is extinguished, who will read it? The smoke burned, the smoke extinguished, and the lonely thoughts scattered all over the ground.
Dear, after years, when you miss me, will you still light the cigarette in your fingertips?
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