There is nothing to be owed in life. Others give to you because others like it; and you give to others because you are willing.
In winter, use a trembling pen to write a familiar and unfamiliar name. My fingers froze, I took a breath to my mouth, and there was a faint mist of water rising under the lamp, just like the ones in my heart, which could only be seen in the night.
Immersed in his own thoughts, there is a slow flow of music in his ears. An old love song, my eyes froze on the paper the moment the prelude sounded. At that time, did we hear this song together, and I also imagined us standing side by side under the stars, you laughed and looked at the stars, and I laughed at you.
Putting a person in your heart doesn't really need a reason.
It was just that the man just jumped into my field of vision, and my gaze involuntarily followed. If you go faster, I will follow you faster; if you go slower, I will wait for you along the way. If you are tired of walking, I will accompany you to stop and rest, and if you want to find someone to talk to, I must be the best listener.
Like, that's about it. As long as you are in my sight, as long as I can see you as soon as I look back, my heart is always happy.
I want to accompany you to see the mountains and the sea, but also want to accompany you to listen to the wind and rain, maybe there are many bumps and difficulties on the road of life, but as long as I am there, I will walk in front of you, even if the road ahead is thorny, I am willing to be the one who cuts through the thorns for you.
Like, it is a thing that plunges into it and does not want to go back. So, like you, it seems that there is no return ticket.
Some people say that there is no liking in this world that does not ask for returns, and there is no one who only pays and does not ask about the harvest. But I want to be that cute guinea pig. I like you and I'm willing to just give to you and don't ask for anything in return. I'm afraid, you won't even give me the opportunity to pay.
Some people will feel that the more people who like themselves, the better. But for some people, liking is a very picky thing. If it is not the person who also likes it, the so-called likes of others are simply superfluous.
Will I be the superfluous person?
Write your name into poetry and engrave it in my deep memory; write your name into words and sing it in the music of the years; write your name as a story and tell it to thousands of people; write your name on my heart, and every time my heart beats, it carries your breath. Did you hear that? Your name has long been given a deeper meaning by me.
Now, it lies crookedly on the white paper, gently shaken by my fingers, like in the kneading of time, shaking down your smile, so beautiful, so bright, amazing my whole season.
The flowers bloom silently, which is a nostalgia for the seasons; the leaves fall without a trace, which is a deep affection for the earth. And I, the deep affection for you, is engraved in the bones. I don't need others to know, I don't need others to praise, I don't need others to talk about it for me, I just like you, that's all.
I am willing to be the silent blooming flower, and I am willing to be the traceless fallen leaves, all the affection for you, like to give you, love to you, and give you everything I can give.
If it rains in your world, I will give you an umbrella; if there is a wind in your world, I would like to be the haven that is not perfect, to keep you safe, to keep you safe; if there is a snowstorm in your world, then I must be the one who braves the wind and snow.
Some might say I'm an idiot. But in the world of emotions, fools are often the happiest. Those who have exhausted their organs have not at first deeply liked anyone, nor have they ever received anyone's sincerity. For your sake, I'm willing to be that idiot.
Twilight snow thousands of mountains, a strong thought. I'm just the one who has a deep affection.
If you are well, I will be sunny. If you like it, I will accompany you until you grow old.
Can we go a long, long way?