Author: Xinyue Blue
It was late at night, and a man looked at the moon in the sky, and he didn't know how to tell you. You in the distance are the love of my life, no longer in contact, a turn, how much love has been missed, how much consummation has been lost. It's not that I'm too cowardly, it's that I don't want to bother you anymore.
After a long road of life, after the wind and rain, I learned that there was a person who had been engraved in the memory. There is a kind of possession, called nothing else; there is a kind of nostalgia, which is the you in the heart.
Thank you for giving me so many wonderful memories and touches. If I had been able to hold each other's hands firmly, I wouldn't be so sorry now.
Close your eyes and let the tears flow freely, there is a kind of warmth, it is the affection you give. Since parting, how many wind and frost have crept up on the face. The scenery of life is wandering, and whenever I look back alone, your love is always in my heart.
As the years pass, you will never listen to me again, and you from afar are the love of my life.
Don't know when to start, always looking for you in the crowd. If you can't see that familiar figure, you will be lost. It turns out that there are some feelings that can never be forgotten even with the changes of the years. Your name is written down only a few centimeters, but it runs through the time I have missed you for so long.
There is a kind of concern, which is appreciated from afar; there is a kind of happiness, which is a constant concern. Ten years of worrying about how, a thought of reincarnation has no end.
Please cherish for love, wait until the green silk turns into snow, and do not forget that there is a person who deeply misses you and loves you with his heart. If you can't stay together in this life, let this love become the deepest thought.
Time can't dilute the most true feelings, the distance can't open the hand of thought, love a person, is the thought of every second, is the expectation of day and night. There is a loved one in my heart, and the four seasons I have traveled have meaning. You are not in my life, but you have always been in my concern.
The past bloomed in the evening wind, thoughts were blown by the wind, once lost for you, and now I am back to my truest self.
The vow that was once said is a thorn in the heart, love cannot be repeated, there is a kind of longing, called forever.
If you will miss the past, remember to tell the evening wind, I will be at a certain intersection, waiting for the wind to blow, and miss the original you in my memories.
I often wonder, what would my life have been like if I hadn't met you? People who are touched at a glance, even if they are finally separated, have no complaints and no regrets. You from afar, you know I'm thinking about you.
Truly loved, don't have to say sorry, the suffering you have suffered, the hurt you have suffered, has become an experience. In the days to come, you have to take care of yourself, meeting you is my fate, remembering that you are the most beautiful touch.
In the palm of your hand, it is the tenderness you give, love you, there are too many feelings that cannot be put down, and the feelings of cutting are constant.
Love each other, but not hand in hand for a lifetime. I don't know when I can get out of the sadness you give, some love really wants to let go, but can't put it down; some people, really love deeply, but can't be together. You in the distance are the love of my life, your good night has become lonely, and I can only hug with the memory.