The footsteps of youth, approaching my arms, and my thoughts

The footsteps of youth, approaching my arms, and my thoughts. I couldn't bear to see tears in my thoughts.

On a rainy spring night, I thought about it alone. Out of the window, night is coming. Rain, drifting delicately in the autumn wind, gently, can you secretly kiss your face? I call softly, call your name, I am willing to soften your face with the warmth of my palm, and feel your sparkling love. I am willing to love for a lifetime, a gentleness for a lifetime, and a lifetime of entanglement.

Those slightly cool dreams, flowing slightly over the years, I don't know if it will become a sigh of whom? I don't want to say too much, I don't want to say too much, as long as you look at you with a little gentleness, it is enough.

You are in my dreams, love and entanglement can be forgotten, and every breath of yours is always as deep as my taste, so sad, so sad. I have been sleepless in the night, fantasizing about one day, in a deep night, holding up an oil-paper umbrella to walk in the rain, but I only hope to snuggle with you all the way.

I am willing to hold your hand in my dreams, to be by your side, to feel your breath.

I'm willing to chase and run all the way. Chase all the way, sing. That's a sentiment. I am willing to be by your side all the time and feel your heartbeat.