The drizzle outside the window was light. I listened to the rain in the house and let my thoughts fly. Now I feel my language is so thin. Now such a quiet daze has become a habit of mine. It is the same when I miss you and when I don't miss you.
Are you all right?
A long lost question, like a voice from ancient times, may be a lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of concern, a lifetime of dreams in exchange for such a greeting from you. The light rain outside the door ticked, and my heart hurt inside the door. What are the names of birds that can't sing, fish that can't swim, and geese that don't have news? What am I when I'm not with you? Whether it is at another intersection, I know that the sunset is always the border of the post road, like blood red, always sinking safely in late spring, early autumn and late winter.
I want to tell the whisper of my heart: 'I would like to become that clear and sweet stream, wandering with you at the end of the world, would you like to?' But I don't want to know your answer. I'm afraid your answer will break the expectation in my heart and wake me up in my dream. Do you know that in the world of mortals, you are my only destination! At the moment, the wind is cold and the rain is urgent. I don't want to continue wandering, but I can't park. I don't love brilliance, but it's the wind that passes through the mountains and flowers bloom all over the hillside.
Looking back, the track of sky wings is so chaotic. Maybe one day, when we look up at the sky, we see the trace of the same bird waving its wings. If you are still you, and I am still the original me. I hope you can think of me only when you are lonely. With my silent care, drive away all your loneliness. The pain still remains in the heart hurt by you, and you still stay in my painful eyes. Take a gentle look, take another look, you know what I left. There is no present life, unknown afterlife, weathering rain, turning around, it is boundless eternity.
What is the feeling of heartbreak? What is the feeling of heartache? I don't understand, or I'm numb and no longer painful. Or know too much, afraid of pain again. No matter how big the world is, I just sincerely hope to dock in your harbor. When I was still in a dream, you waited for me quietly and kissed me gently. You are the last spring in my dream, the last snow, the last flower language and fragrance. In your arms, I am your only one. After waking up, I still walk alone on my own road and cross a personal bridge. I'm afraid there will be no dream from now on.
Edge, a heart word! When we meet, we need not have known each other. Acquaintance may not be able to know each other, and the life of love is slim. " I hope people will last a long time and share the beauty of thousands of miles. " Reading this famous sentence through the ages, I smiled sweetly, but my heart hurt faintly. Why meet without fate? Why break up? Always so tearful, speechless, unable to say. Whether to give up, whether to leave. The four seasons come and go on the day of wind and flower dance, but you can't wait for your heart to return. Lost heart, completely lost. Sorrow is nothing more than death.
When you turn and leave and come to the end of my sight, I carefully embed you in a drop of tears. Imagine that after a thousand years, it is amber. If there is an afterlife, I will step through thousands of mountains and rivers to find the only one in the eternal. Therefore, I dare not bow my head and fear that the tear will fall. Broken you, broken me, Millennium dream! Honey, I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you to open your heart!