Meeting you is the happiest thing for me.
Even if they are separated, they are gentle detachments.
You, engraved in your memory, have also become an indelible picture.
When I think of you, life seems to be sweet.
Before I met you, I never expected to meet someone like this.
After meeting you, I don't think I'll ever meet anyone like you again.
Time brings you suddenly, and then quietly takes you away, leaving only the crushed thoughts, gentle.
Maybe I shouldn't have met you, you shouldn't have belonged to me, our encounter was just a coincidence of chance in a long life, just this coincidence came suddenly, and it went on and on.
Memories are the sea overflowing with acacia, and every bit is related to you.
The past drifted along the long river of memory one by one, and many things flowed into the vast ocean, and there was no edge at a glance.
I salvaged our past, wrapped in warmth and joy.
The memory is wafting with agarwood, incenseizing the memories, and sweetening the past.
Meeting you is a willingness that I have never regretted.
The brilliant fireworks that have bloomed in life have seven points of tenderness and three points of cherishing.
Clouds cirrus clouds, white clouds.
The years have brought parting, and they have taken you, but they can't take away my realness.
Flowers blossom and fall, and the edges are scattered.
The trajectory of life is always moving forward, but you are drifting away.
The you met in life amazed my youth, accompanied my youth, and sweetened my years.
The sunrise and sunset that we have seen together, the spring, summer, autumn and winter spent together, slowly reminiscing, tasting carefully, brewing the agarwood of the years, precipitating a little bit of love.
I pick the sweet flowers that are related to you and me, and don't put them in the diary of life.
The delicate fragrance and faint taste linger and last forever.
The road ahead is long, life is impermanent, and the years are fragrant.
No matter how hard life is, I have never regretted meeting you.
Because when I think of you, life is sweet.
Thanksgiving to meet.
