The moon, half-bent, humid air, is I think of your smell, the evening wind once again blows the night incense whisper, quietly, blooming the night in the rich acacia, love, break the heart into two halves, half contains unstoppable thoughts, half contains irresistible pain, portrayed into a half-string moon posture, hanging high in the thought of your every sleepless night sky, the stars, is I look at your eyes, scattered pieces, the gaze into eternal unchangeable feelings!
Perhaps, knowingly, this life can only love you in this beautiful and sad distance; perhaps, it is destined that only the next life can be promised to the person who loves the most in this life, still, in the struggle of thousands of turns, ten thousand reluctance, reluctant to close the door of the heart that thinks of you, reluctant to let go of the hands that are warmly held by you...
When I met you, I broke the tears of lovesickness in this life, but I could not turn into a sea, carry that leaf orchid boat, and send you to my side, then promise the next life, use it to double the repayment in this life, and this life is your unfinished tears. Before the Buddha, am I the lotus seed you left behind five hundred years ago? Just wait, in this world, with your one-meter sun shining, I will open a holy lotus for you all night, let you fall into your dreams, and embrace the fragrance!
In the gentle wind, who is swaying Fang fei's dreams? Like a fleeting you, illusory, ethereal, so unreal, let me open my fingers with all my strength, but in the clouds of smoke, the beautiful fragments that were once with the common, overflowing through the heart, wet through the heart, encountering by chance, lovesickness forever.
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