Everything in the world can be said clearly,
Only the feelings between people are not clear.
The concern of affection,
The concern of the lover,
Confidant's concern,
It's really an inexplicable pain!
Because someone is worried,
It is your warmth;
it's your happiness;
You will live freely,
Alive and dashing,
Live so self-righteously
Isn't it?
Imagine a person living in the world,
No one to worry about, no one to worry about,
Will his life be as he pleases?
I believe that the grievances that can be spoken are not grievances;
A lover who can be snatched away is not a lover.
Instead of pleasing others, arm yourself;
Instead of escaping from reality, it is better to laugh at life;
Instead of listening to the wind and rain, it is better to strike with your head held high!
Worry about those who are sincere to you,
Worry about people who are worthy of your concern,
Worry about the people who read you.
Worrying is an unspeakable pain,
But there is joy in pain;
Worrying is a kind of infatuation that cannot be changed,
But there is sweetness in the delusion.
True concern is a kind of bitter patience,
The real concern is a kind of sour helplessness,
In desperation, there is also a sincere expectation.
There is a person who is happy to worry about,
It is lucky to have a person in your heart.
Worrying about you may be my long life,
Maybe it's just a short season in the cycle of four seasons.
Regardless of the length of time,
Whatever the outcome,
But at this time, this concern,
But it is really tied to two hearts.
The taste of nostalgia is so poignant and so pure!
Life is like a dream,
In my dreams, I met and knew you.
from now on
And I walked into the storm of acacia,
I walked into the atrium of my mind.
Your words and deeds,
Engraved in my heart!
When I first met, I was like a friend,
Let me feel your sincerity;
A sentence when you are busy,
You okay
It made me feel very close.
The most beautiful love in the world is love,
But beyond love,
And a sincere love,
It's friendship.
Sometimes a short greeting,
It is a deep nostalgia;
Sometimes a little bit of a heart,
It's a thick affection;
Sometimes a gentle concern,
It's a sweet memory;
The lonely moon of the stars under the night knows,
The lingering heart in the dream knows.
Do you know my concerns?
Did you hear my blessings?
The taste of worrying,
It's just bittersweet;
Thinking of your feelings,
That's how it gets tangled.
Worry about you forever and ever...