You, the one I met for a while, who spent my whole life thinking about the old
I used to think that you left and left, I could no longer grieve for you, but now I found that what left was only your body, but your shadow, your goodness, your tenderness, your laughter, your beauty, did not leave, it has always appeared in front of my eyes when I am quiet, and I can't wave it away, and I can't drive away.
A heart, obsessively waiting for you; a love, entangled in the heart.
Miss you, get drunk for you, feel sorry for you, have no regrets.
In the days when you left, I let go of many things and forgot many things, but you, every day, think of the beautiful past with you, and think of your intoxicating smile. I was fascinated by the thoughts, and the pain was overwhelming.
I met you that day and I will never forget it for the rest of my life. I think of you every day, but I can't see you.
In fact, I know, see or not see, you are my long thoughts, is the love I can't let go, is my lifelong love.
Thinking of you, thinking of you, looking at the distance, quietly thinking about you in your heart, I don't know if you are far away, is there joy in your heart? Is there a natural smile on your face? I'm thinking about you, I wonder if you've ever thought about me?
Whether you think about it or not, you are a twilight thought that I will never forget.
Thinking of you is sour, thinking of you as pain, thinking of you as unspeakable bitterness.
A plain pen, full of love in the heart, full of love on the yellowed paper, between the lines, all my deepest concern for you.
I love you so much, love to love, but love becomes a memory.
I used all my strength to maintain, to maintain, but to maintain the story.
I gave everything I could to cherish, but in the end it became the end of love and not being able to have, meeting and not being able to see each other.
Honey, I love you, I can't let go of you, I can't forget you.
You once said that time can make people strong and make people forget the past.
However, time has not made me forget you, but the longer I go on, the more I miss you.
Later, I realized that time can only teach us to bear, but it cannot make us forget a person who has entered the heart.
People who have entered the heart, can't forget, moved the real feelings, can't put it down, even if you are in the end of the world that I can't touch, you are still the thoughts and worries of my heart, the poems I can't write, the words I can't finish, the obsessionS that I can't unload, and the person I yearn for the most in my life.
If one day, you remember my kindness to you and have some regrets about leaving me, please let me know.
If, then, you settle down and I marry, we'll start all over again.
Choose a quiet place, build three huts, a kitchen, a guest room, and a bedroom for us to rest.
Plant flowers in front of the house, grow vegetables behind the house, on the left is the orchard, on the right is the forest garden, and then raise a group of chickens and ducks, eating our remaining leftovers, we eat our own green vegetables.
Raise a few buckets of bees, and when the flowers are romantic, we walk together in front of the house and behind the house, shuttle through the flowers, while watching the butterflies play, while you look at me, I look at you, in the four seasons bathing in the breeze, in our laughter and laughter slowly grow old.
In fact, I know that we will never have such a day.
Because you who left, you will not come back. Even if we come back, time has passed, and we will never be able to return to the original point.
We only have nostalgia, only in nostalgia to feel the warmth of the past, in reality to wish you and me a lifetime of happiness and peace.
There is a kind of encounter, called a glance of ten thousand years; there is a kind of parting, called the depth of love and shallowness; there is a you, the end of the world is at hand.
Saying that you are far away from me, but you are close to my heart, saying that you are close to me, but you are in the end of the world that I can't see through the autumn water.
Wherever you are, you are in my love, in my heart, in my longing for love.
Someone far away, my dear you, you are the one I met for a while, who thought about my whole life, and who remembered the old.
I love you, I really, really love you.
In this life, there is no marriage, I am in my world, guarding our past, slowly growing old in memory.