——Author: Haichuan
The morning bell is leisurely, and the melodious sound of the bell shakes my unforgettable heart.
In the wind of habit, there are birds passing by, and you are the only thing I wait for.
If you were the tearful shooter, what else could I be?
I'm determined to be the white bird who doesn't dodge anymore! To be able to die under the arrow of your love, I have nothing else to ask for.
The beautiful moth knows that throwing itself into the fire will turn into a wisp of light smoke, but if it can embrace the light, what is the horror of death?
If love requires sacrificing itself, what's so bad about it? Being able to give to the people you love is the happiest thing in the world!
It is true that I love life, but you should know that I love you more than myself, and if the world no longer has your name, what a loneliness, an unbearable pathos.
For love, I would like to follow Liang Zhu's singing for thousands of years; for love, I would like to learn the phoenix nirvana and go away.
You should know that I would like to spend time with you on a candlelight on a winter night, listen to the rain outside the window, and fall asleep with each other.
You should know, my love, come on! The wind was too cold this night, the rain was too cold, and there was only one prayer in the haggard heart: Let me hold your hand and feel your presence.
There is no rendezvous in the wind, no promise in the rain, but I know that you will come, you will come!!